We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.04

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 04

CHAPTER III

What Happened on the Sixth Floor

I had remembered that on the sixth floor of the 
building there were a couple of rooms which the 
company had set up in the style of hotel bedrooms in 
case any story we were filming required that sort of 
background. They weren't used much and were kept 
locked. But all the doors in the building opened with 
swipe-cards, and the cards issued to us guides were 
supposed to open pretty well everything. I just prayed 
someone had thought to program in the sixth-floor 
rooms. 

Someone had. The door swung shut behind us. I flicked 
on the lights. The electricity was on too. The lights 
were fitted with a master dimmer switch with which 
they could be adjusted so as not to conflict with the 
studio lighting during a take. I turned them down low. 
The room looked like a standard L-shaped hotel room, 
with a bathroom in the angle. I dropped my 
shoulder-bag on the double-bed. 

"This is an example of a hotel-room set, which we use 
for filming stories which are set in hotel rooms," I 
said formally. 

"Is it now?" said Mr Williams. "Do you think our story 
could be set in a hotel room?" 

Without waiting for an answer he took me by the upper 
arms, pulled me towards him and kissed me. After a few 
moments I pulled away and pretended to look startled. 
I put a finger across my lips. 

"Just a moment, please," I said and disappeared into 
the bathroom. Quickly I stepped out of my high-heeled 
sandals, then pulled off my tights and panties and 
balled them together, leaving them on the shelf over 
the hand-basin. To give myself an alibi I flushed the 
loo while putting on my shoes again. We were in each 
other's arms once more in a matter of seconds. 

His hands caressed my naked back; then one hand moved 
up to stroke behind my neck and pull me close as he 
kissed me, while the other wandered slowly down to my 
bottom and held my hips close against his. I could 
feel his erection pushing against my lower stomach. My 
hands too began to progress down his back and, as they 
reached his buttocks, responded by pulling him even 
more closely towards me. The fingers playing with my 
neck began slowly and gently to pull apart the loose 
bow of my halter-top. 

After a while I pulled away from him a little and 
twisted round in his arms so that my back was towards 
him. The front of my dress fell away, leaving my firm, 
naked breasts free for him to caress as he wished. One 
of his hands began to pleasure me there and I felt my 
nipples straining against his gentle stroking. His 
other hand found its way slowly, ever so slowly, down 
my stomach, down to the hem of my brief skirt, and 
then with agonising delay up the inside of my thighs 
again until a finger began, delicately and gently, to 
stroke the outer lips of my naked, soaking pussy. I 
groaned with desire. I somehow managed to think about 
the next move and got a hand to the zip on my skirt. I 
pulled my bottom a few millimetres away from his groin 
and felt the soft material of my dress slither down my 
thighs, enveloping his probing hand which threw the 
obstacle to the floor and continued its exploration of 
my throbbing pussy. One finger, two fingers, then - oh 
_then_, yes, three! - pushed their way unstoppably 
into my eager cunt: just what I do when I'm alone in 
bed at night, I suddenly thought, but so much bigger, 
so much better ... His thumb began to brush 
rhythmically against my clitoris while his littlest 
finger started a slow walk deeper between my legs 
until it was probing gently around my arsehole. 

Aroused almost beyond endurance but somehow seeking 
yet more stimulation, I freed myself gently and turned 
to face him. I stepped fully out of my uniform dress, 
stooped to pick it up and tossed it onto the bed. 

"Should I take my shoes and gloves off too?" I asked 
innocently, knowing the answer. 

Of course the little gold gloves were just a perky 
provocation, cheekily drawing attention to my nudity 
far more than simple nakedness would have done; and my 
legs looked so much sexier when lengthened and 
stretched by the slender heels. I love wearing really 
high heels when I am nude or being fucked, and my 
audiences and lovers seem to like it too. Mr Williams 
certainly did! He pulled me roughly towards him and 
kissed me hard and long, his tongue questing deep into 
my mouth while mine tried in vain to do the same to 
him. 

When he released me I slipped quickly to my knees and 
undid his belt and the front of his jeans, pushing 
them and his underpants to the floor. A gloriously 
aroused cock greeted me. Taking his balls in one 
gloved hand and the shaft of his cock in the other, I 
began to slide its head between my eager lips. I 
nearly gagged as it hit the back of my mouth but, 
remembering what my lovers had taught me, and above 
all the company motto of which I was so proud, I 
relaxed my throat muscles, lowered my tongue out of 
the way and took a little breath, as the whole 
wonderful length slid into my mouth and down my 
throat. In. Long pause while my tongue flickered 
around the shaft and my fingers stroked and gently 
squeezed his balls. Out. Only the head was in my mouth 
now and my tongue delicately teased the sensitive 
membrane on the underside and occasionally pretended 
to want to enter the hole at the tip. In. Right down 
my throat again in one confident movement, until my 
lips were pressed against the hair of his stomach and 
balls. Now that I was sure I would no longer gag, I 
used my throat muscles to massage the head. Out. More 
butterfly flicks of my tongue around the tip. In ... 

"No, stop!" he begged. "I mustn't come yet. Let me 
have your cunt first. Please ..." 

Quickly I squeezed the top of his shaft near his 
balls, and while he groaned in frustration I withdrew 
his cock from my mouth, pausing only to enjoy the 
drops of salty pre-cum which my tongue was able to lap 
from the tip. We pulled apart. He kicked off his shoes 
and dropped his clothes completely, tearing off his 
shirt. He clung for a moment to the rail at the bottom 
of the bed, then ripped off the bedspread to reveal 
duvet and pillows. 

"How would you like to take me, sir?" I asked 
submissively. 

I hoped the hint of a master-slave relationship would 
stimulate his imagination. 

"On the bed. Kneeling," he gasped.

I buried my face in the pillows while pulling up my 
knees to offer my bottom to him freely. I felt his 
hands caress my buttocks, then suddenly his face was 
between my legs and his tongue was scouring gloriously 
round my sodden cunt. I felt and heard him slurp up my 
juicy nectar as if he had never had such a treat 
before, and it was only when he had drunk his fill 
that he began to pleasure me more carefully. First his 
tongue crept forward between my legs until it was 
remorselessly working over my clitoris, bringing it 
fully erect, flicking it from side to side, his hands 
firmly on my thighs and resisting any tendency on my 
part to bounce away from him in my excitement. More 
musky juice began to pour from my pussy. He moved his 
mouth up again and sucked it from me, almost turning 
my inner lips inside out in his eagerness. Then his 
tongue crept along my crack in the other direction, 
and after a moment's pause I suddenly felt it gently 
but firmly rimming my arsehole. Then a finger began to 
penetrate me. The finger and the tongue alternated for 
a while; then, when my arsehole was well lubricated 
and had begun to relax of its own accord, the finger 
entered it fully. Deeper and deeper it went, twisting 
from side to side, as my rosebud pulsated with desire 
and pulled him into my narrowest and tightest hole. 

"Please take me there  - if you want to," I begged. 

"You like that?" 

"Oh, _yes_!" I replied, breathless with excitement and 
the thought that he might ... perhaps ... "It's so 
_beautiful_ ..." 

"Doesn't it hurt?" 

"Yes, it does, but I love it ..." I began, then 
stopped. Was I revealing too much, too early, about 
myself and my desires? I did so want this relationship 
to develop naturally, starting with straightforward 
sex in private, and moving on to more refined 
pleasures only when we both felt ready for them. 

"Later," he said. Yes, I thought with relief, he felt 
the same way I did. "That's a promise. But first ... 
like this!" 

I felt his hand withdraw gently from my anus, and then 
the bed heave as he shifted position. Suddenly his 
engorged cock slammed into my soaking cunt, and I felt 
his balls bounce against my clitoris. I screamed with 
an almost unbearable joy, though I knew there was yet 
more to come. In and out he went a few times, just a 
little way, careful not to spill the precious cargo of 
cum before I reached my own climax. His hands left my 
thighs and, taking the weight on his elbows, he 
reached for my breasts, pinching and twisting the 
already erect nipples hard. Oh, the lovely pain - he 
knows, he _knows_! I thought with what was left of my 
conscious mind. I pressed my buttocks firmly against 
him, trying to hold his legs with mine, knowing the 
danger that, taking me from behind, he might slip out 
of me in his excitement. But he was so near his climax 
that he used only occasional short strokes, leaving at 
least half his cock inside me all the time. I was near 
too - in my excitement I could hear a voice which must 
have been mine crying "Fuck me darling ... fuck my 
cunt ... come inside me ... I'm coming too ... I love 
you I love you darling fuck me fuck me!" 

Suddenly my wildly stimulated cunt could feel the 
spasm of sperm begin its journey down his tightly 
embedded cock. The extra stimulus was too much and I 
screamed with happiness as we came joyously together. 

We lay together for a few moments, panting, caressing 
each other as best we could, and enjoying the wonder 
of it all. Then I felt rather than saw him reach for 
tissues from the box on the bedside table. 

"No!" I gasped. "Don't wipe it. Give it to me." 

As he pulled out of me I wriggled quickly down his 
body, pushing him onto his back, and just catching the 
liquid dripping down his cock before it spilt onto the 
duvet. Greedily I sucked the mixture of juices our 
joyful lust had drawn from us both. Slowly, slowly I 
felt his soft cock begin to regain potency. This time 
I was the master. I licked and sucked his swelling 
erection, stopping and squeezing it at the root 
whenever I felt him close to climax, while he begged 
and implored me to let him come. At last I relented 
and was rewarded by more spurts of creamy, salty 
sperm, this time deep into my throat. 

One of the nice things about being fucked by _gaijin_ 
is that they don't feel they must always pull out of a 
girl's mouth or cunt at the last moment and spray cum 
all over her face and breasts. Japanese men like to 
dominate a girl by doing that. Please don't 
misunderstand me: I love having that done to 
me - especially when _lots_ of men line up to do it 
one after the other at a party. But the first time 
with a new lover it's just wonderful to enjoy the 
special intimacy of feeling all my three holes filled 
as deeply as they can be, and knowing that he loves 
being in there so much that he couldn't _bear_ to pull 
out. 

After I had sucked him dry, we lay in each other's 
arms, lightly stroking each other's bodies, gazing 
into each other's eyes, as if our very souls had 
coupled. At last he said: 

"Have I seen everything you have to show me?" 

"For the moment, yes." 

"How about that date this evening, then?" 

I jumped up, suddenly realising how late it was 
getting. I urged him into the bathroom first, and fell 
upon the telephone, praying that it would work and was 
not just a prop. Thank the Gods, a dial tone. I 
remembered the extension of the costume department. If 
only she was still there ... 

"Matsumoto-san, please," I said anxiously. 

"She's just left, I think," said the cheerful voice of 
Takeshi, her male assistant. "Who is it? ... Oh, wait 
a moment, she’s still here." 

The Gods were with me. 

"Matsumoto-san, you've got to help," I said in a 
panic. "I've got the date of a lifetime tonight, and 
perhaps all day tomorrow, and tomorrow night too, and 
I'm here in the studio with nothing but my guide 
uniform! Please, please, can you put some things 
together for me? Please?" 

"Yes, of course I can, Megumi-san, stop worrying. I 
saw you with him, remember - it is him, isn't it? I 
know just the sort of thing a _gaijin_ like that likes 
to see on a Japanese girl. You come by this department 
in twenty minutes and there'll be a bag waiting for 
you." 

"Oh, thank you, Matsumoto-san, thank you. You are 
wonderful. But -” panic rising again “- I haven't even 
any make-up, no handbag, nothing." 

"Don't worry, just leave it to me. But promise you'll 
come and see me when you're back in the studio and 
tell me everything he does to you. I want _all_ the 
details." A sexy chuckle, and the phone went dead. 

Twenty minutes later, showered and refreshed, I stole 
into the costume department while Mr Williams - Bob - 
my wonderful new lover - waited in the corridor. The 
bag was there as promised. We had agreed to go 
straight out to eat, and then decide where the evening 
would lead us next. I searched the contents of the bag 
anxiously. It was soon obvious what Matsumoto-san had 
in mind for dinner: a little black mini-dress, with 
spaghetti straps over the shoulders, and what there 
was of the skirt so tightly sculpted round my bottom 
and crotch that it could have been sprayed on. There 
were dark tights and strappy, silver high-heeled 
sandals to match. Another ten minutes and I could see 
in my lover's eyes that the evening was going to be a 
success. But it had only just begun. We collected our 
coats from my locker and set off together. 


[Next in Part 05: Chapter IV: Dinner, and Afterwards]