We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.06 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 06 [CHAPTER IV CONTINUED] Still, that was getting us nowhere at present, and I quickly twisted round, kneeling on the carpet at his feet and reaching for his cock. I stuffed it into my mouth and began to suck it hard, providing the lubrication for what I hoped was about to happen. For a while he resisted me, afraid perhaps that I would make him come in my mouth and oblige him to postpone the conquest of my arsehole. But I was able with squeezes of my fingers to prevent him spurting into my throat. He groaned in a mixture of frustration and relief. I decided he was now well enough lubricated with my saliva. "Come in my arse, darling," I said. "Please. I want it so much. But be gentle with me." I turned, and without rising from my knees positioned myself over a square, padded stool which stood beside the sofa, spreading my legs wide, the skirt and petticoats riding way up my waist, abandoning any pretence of hiding what I so much wanted him to enjoy. I felt his hands stroke my buttocks delicately, and at last the wet cock began to enter into its kingdom. In my new position I was able to relax and allow at least the head to enter. Then the inevitable muscular spasm came and I involuntarily gripped it when it was only a little way in. "What's this all about, then?" I heard him ask gently. "Please be patient with me, darling," I said into the fabric of the stool, "I'm not very experienced at this. Please give me time." "All the time you like," he said, "I wouldn't miss any of this for anything." Gradually I persuaded my hesitant arse muscles to relax. As I did so the cock advanced into me, carefully, millimetre by millimetre, gently - but not gently enough. "Am I hurting you?" "Oh, yes - _yes_ ..." Oh dear Gods, darling, be gentle, you're hurting me, no don't stop, please hurt me more, it's wonderful, oh deeper, deeper, please deeper, oh my Gods, the pain, the happiness, oh it doesn't hurt really - the warmth when it stops - you my God, I love you, never let it stop, oh, deeper deeper - I felt the tickle of his hair against my arse and knew he was nearly there. Another push. I can never take it. Yes I can. I must take it. I want to. Oh, I beg you. Ah, the tightness of you lying there deep, deep, fully inside me where you belong. Don't move. My muscles grip you tight. You can't move. I forbid it. Just be. Please don't pull out! Ah, you are back again. Just gently out and in, out and in. Please stay in. But if it is your pleasure to bugger me like that, oh I beg you, do it - harder harder - quicker quicker - oh dear Gods, hurt me more - oh, please please hurt me more, more - oh it's so wonderful - deeper deeper - don't stop - oh please, please stay right inside me now - My tight glove around you, holding you, my prisoner. Oh yes, put your hands round my tiny tortured waist, I your prisoner, squeeze me, hurt me, torment me, break me in half if you wish with your hands, tear me apart with your wonderful cock - oh the loveliness of it all - oh the wonderful marvellous pain - let this last for ever - You are deep inside me now. Through my pain and my joy I control you, you may not leave me if I do not wish it. Oh the tightness, your cruel fierce cock splitting me in two - I feel the hot sperm trying to squeeze its way up your cock through my tight, loving glove - yes, come darling, come, the bolts of golden heat bursting into my innermost me - oh, oh - At last I felt him move. "Please don't leave me." So he continued to hold me by my waist and thighs till at last his cock shrank and slipped out of my hole of its own accord. We still stayed as we were until I twisted round on the stool and put my gloved arms round his neck. In a shaky voice I said, "That completes the tour of our premises. I hope you have enjoyed it and found it useful. If you have any questions I shall do my best to answer them. It has been a pleasure to have you here. If there is any part of the establishment you wish to revisit, I shall be delighted to arrange it for you." CHAPTER V Breakfast for Two Warm and contented from having been so comprehensively fucked, I slept like a baby, until during the night the unfamiliar bed woke me. I felt Bob delicately as he lay beside me, fast asleep in the dark. I was delighted to find that, like me, he preferred to sleep naked. Whatever, or whomever, he was dreaming about had given him a huge erection. Gently I stroked his cock and balls with my fingertips, not enough to wake him but enough, I hoped, to change the story-line of his dream into something which might include a part for me. Then I fell asleep again and dreamt I was one of the attractions in a sex club, nude except for high heels and long gloves, squealing with pleasure as I was passed from customer to customer. Bob was still asleep when I woke, even though it was quite late. Investigation showed that his cock was at half-mast. I stroked it, and tickled his balls, until things were satisfactory again. He began to mutter and wake up. "I'm the girl you have been dreaming about," I whispered in his ear, "this is still a dream. Go back to sleep and let your dream girl look after you." He quickly got the idea, closed his eyes and let me take over. I sucked and licked him almost to orgasm time after time, always frustrating his urge to come by a quick squeeze at the root of his shaft. Finally he could stand it no longer, and took control of his dream by suddenly seizing my head in his hands and roughly forcing my face onto his cock. Great spurts of salty cum burst into my mouth and throat. I swallowed them joyfully, and eagerly sucked him dry, licking the last drops from the head of his cock. I don't know any better way of starting the day.[3] At last he relaxed and dozed off again. I slipped out of bed, went to the bathroom and showered. I was still excited by my dream of attentive customers endlessly pleasuring me as I offered myself in a sex club. I slipped on the black high heels I had worn for yesterday's last glorious fuck, and picked up the long black sleeves from where I had dropped them. Lots of girls _think_ they know how to decorate their bodies so as to stimulate a man, but they should watch the kind of sex videos I make and learn properly. After all, a man has just one thing a girl really needs; and that only works occasionally. So every girl owes it to herself to learn how to bring her lovers as quickly as possible to a state of rampant desire for her. There's nothing demeaning about showing yourself off sexily as I was doing. It's just a matter of applying practical knowledge of both male psychology and hydraulics. When I was satisfied with the sleeves' smooth fit, I went downstairs to see what the new day had to offer. It had already got off to the best possible start, and my tongue was still greedily recalling the taste and feel of Bob's lusty dawn salute. I drew the big curtains in the main room: it was a fresh, sunny spring day outside with only a light breeze blowing as I enjoyed the view down the hill of Akasaka. On one side the big picture windows opened onto a little balcony, just enough to hold a small table and two chairs at one end, and a padded lounger at the other. I unlocked the catch on the windows, slid them open and stepped out. The morning air was enticingly cool on my naked body. I stood with my high-heeled legs slightly apart, and let the breeze play agreeably with my cunt. It stimulated me to know that I was wantonly displaying myself to any neighbour who might be watching. Was I destroying Bob's reputation or enhancing it? I suddenly wanted to give my audience - if there was one - the extra thrill of seeing me strip. I had only my sleeves to take off, but I made the most of them. Once I had tossed them aside I stroked my bottom with one hand and let the fingers of the other masturbate my pussy for a minute or two, turning slowly so that anyone watching could get a proper view of me. It felt nice. Then I went to see what there was in the kitchen. It was quite clean and tidy for a bachelor's apartment. Perhaps he had a cleaning woman who came to keep things in order for him. I wondered briefly if this morning was one of her times, if she had her own key, and if so what she would think about finding an unexplained naked girl in the apartment. Then I decided that she was probably used to it. I started making coffee and toast, and laid the table for two on the little balcony. I put my sleeves on again, fluffed up my pussy hair and tweaked my nipples to make sure they were fully erect;[4] then went back upstairs and stood by the bed. "What would you like for breakfast, sir?" I enquired formally. He woke, threw back the covers and looked at me. "Come here and I'll show you what I'd like." "You've already had that - or have you forgotten?" I replied. "Breakfast is in five minutes, and I'm leaving you now or the toast will burn." I felt his eyes on my naked bottom, wriggling provocatively from the discreetly uneven high heels, as I marched firmly out of the bedroom. He joined me quickly enough, wearing only his _yukata_ and squeezing as close to me as the furniture and limited space on the tiny balcony would allow. I was still contentedly offering my nakedness to the warm sunlight, and to any prying eyes there might be. "Give me some of that," I said as he coated a slice of toast thickly with liquid honey. He leant across and offered the toast to my mouth. As I bit into it a stream of honey dripped onto my breast. "Clumsy! Look what you've done!" I said with mock anger though rather stickily with my mouth full of toast and honey. "You clean that up, every bit!" He put down his toast and reached across to hold me as he made an extremely thorough and lengthy job of licking my breasts clean. Then things got a bit confused. Somehow the long cushion of the lounger was pulled onto the remaining space on the balcony floor and I found myself tipped off my chair on to it, Bob shedding his _yukata_ as he came with me. Our bodies were glued together in a sweet and sticky mess. I struggled and giggled as he poured honey from the jar over my breasts, stomach and thighs, pushing it as far as he could into my cunt and arse, and eagerly licking it out again mixed with my own thick nectar. I grabbed the jar from him and made sure his balls and cock got their fair share. Only when there was none left did we get ourselves into an untidy 69 position, climaxing greedily with sticky lips and wishing, speaking for myself, that we could be glued together like that for ever. At last we pulled apart, not without some pain from tightly stuck skin and matted pubic hair. He found an untouched pool of honey in my navel and licked it out, while I giggled helplessly from ticklishness. When he had finished and let me go, we went back to the shower, and this time I let him join me. We took plenty of time over it, washing each other's bodies with long, lingering strokings till no trace of honey remained. "I'm sure there's still a little honey left, deep inside me," I said as we stood at last on the bedroom carpet, drying ourselves and each other. Bob dropped his towel and reached out for me. "Don't worry," he said. "I have a special piece of equipment. It is exactly designed for finding honey in girls' cunts and removing it." "You've had a lot of experience in doing that, have you?" "Well, you know ... I keep meeting these girls who need their cunts cleaned out ... how can I refuse? Now, if you'd just lie down on the bed, I'll attend to you at once." "Leave it till later," I said as I escaped and fled to the dressing-table. "What shall we do the rest of the day?" I continued once I was safe. "Why don't I start by fucking your arse again?" he suggested. "I think you need more practice, don't you? After that I'm sure we can think of lots of other nice things to do to each other." I wriggled my bottom pleasurably on the stool. There was still a wonderfully warm feeling stretching quite a long way inside me. Then I suddenly remembered something. "Would you like to go to a party with me tonight? A rather special party?" Perhaps you remember that I mentioned earlier that one of my duties at Marucho was to attend private parties - parties that were, as I had said to Bob, "rather special". This one was being given by a man we all called Roido-san, because that was the nearest we could get to his real name, which was Lloyd. He was a rich foreign businessman with a big house and garden, and he was married to - or lived with, I can't remember which - a girl called Kazuko. She had once been a star performer in Marucho's fuck videos, and still sometimes accepted small parts when she was bored with her husband and needed variety. Mr Lloyd liked to give big parties in his grand house, especially when he had important foreign visitors to entertain, and one of the side activities of companies like Marucho is to provide suitable girls, when they are not needed for other duties, to help make parties like that go with a swing. We girls would pretend to be invited guests like everyone else, but soon enough we would start taking our clothes off and offering to screw anyone who wanted us. We made it seem we were doing it entirely spontaneously under the influence of the music and the sexy atmosphere. It was always lovely to see how quickly the other girls there - real guests who had no idea it was planned - got the point too and joined in the nudity and the fucking, and everyone at the party started to have a really good time. FOOTNOTES [3} Well, _then_ I didn't; but if you continue to read my amateurish autobiography, you will learn in the second volume how I came to learn of something even better. [4] I'm sorry to go on about it, but it's little professional touches like these that make all the difference. Men like to see pussy hair neatly trimmed and arranged. Erect nipples are a sign that a girl is sexually aroused, and that of course arouses her lover. [Next in Part 07: Chapter V concluded and Chapter VI: What Happened at Roido-san's Party]