We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.07 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 07 [CHAPTER V CONTINUED] You see, for most Japanese the really important thing is to behave in a way appropriate to the circumstances you are in. To be out of step with the rest of the group is the real crime. Many Japanese girls, for example, can behave like demure little misses because mostly that's what is expected of us. But if you put us in circumstances where the expected thing is to behave like sexually insatiable little sluts, then most of us will happily do that instead. The difference between us and Western women, I think, is that we can change back again. When a Western woman loses her virginity and starts screwing around, she seems to say to herself, "Well, that's that, there's no going back, I've started a new phase in my life." But we can always go back. There would be girls at the Lloyds' party that night, deliciously nude and wanton, imploring the male guests to fuck them, or begging to be the meat in a sex sandwich and have all three of their love-holes stuffed at once, who at work the next day would be apparently innocent, never-been-kissed little office virgins, respectfully making the tea for their masters. And they would do that just as sincerely as they had devoted themselves to shameless sexuality the night before. Different circumstances require different behaviour, if you are to avoid the crime of being inappropriate. Personally, as you'll have gathered if you have read this far, I am not by nature a demure little miss. I am much happier being a slut, which is why I found a career where that is the expected thing, and I can be admired for being so good at it. But I can play the virgin bride too if required, and put my heart into it just as truly. I think the reason you Western men are so fascinated by Japanese girls is not just because we're sexier and prettier and more pleasing than Western women - though we are, of course - but because, even when we're fucking our brains out with you, we are still potential virgins, housewives, mothers or whatever else we may be expected to be in different circumstances. The more perceptive of you can see it, and it really turns you on. If you ask a Japanese girl at a sex party _why_ she is giving herself so willingly, she will blush and say, as if it were the most natural thing possible, "Oh, but I enjoy it so much ..." A _gaijin_ lover once told me he found that combination of shameless sensuality and a pretty blush incredibly arousing. Anyway, I knew Mr Lloyd and Kazuko had a party that night, at which some business visitors were to be given the time of their lives, because I'd been asked to volunteer for duty at it. I had refused, as I was entitled to do, because I had earned an extra day off. But when I thought of suggesting to Bob that we could go together and he agreed, I rang the studio and got Kazuko's number from Reiko the receptionist, called her and asked her if she'd let me come after all and bring him. I didn't really know Mr Lloyd - though I was pretty sure he'd had me a few times at his parties - but I told Kazuko I particularly wanted him to understand that I was gate-crashing their party as a guest. If he thought I was there on duty, and saw me sticking mostly to my partner instead of making sure his special visitors got their turn at fucking me, he might well complain to the studio, and it would be too complicated to explain. Kazuko said we'd be most welcome and promised she'd set him right. Once that was sorted out, I started thinking about what to do until then. It was now getting on for lunch-time. Judging by the efforts Bob was making to get me back to bed, he was still pretty virile, but he was going to need all his strength for the party. Somehow I had to keep him off me till then and stoke up his appetite nicely so that he'd do me credit later. So I suggested we might spend the afternoon looking at the shops. I thought if we were always where lots of other people were, he'd have to behave. Rather to my surprise he agreed. The next problem was what to wear for the shopping trip. Bob dressed quickly and left me alone to go through the scanty wardrobe Matsumoto-san had provided. There was one dress that was just ideal for the evening - or for the early stages of the evening: later I wouldn't be wearing anything, of course. But I'd already worn everything else. Finally I decided the previous evening's black dress would have to make do again. It was a bit dressy for daytime, but not too much, and I really liked the way I looked in the tiny, tight skirt. So that was settled. I sorted out my hair and make-up, eased myself naked into the tight dress - I had decided the soft, thin material looked and felt so much better without anything underneath to show lines - stepped into the silver high-heeled sandals, and was ready. We had a pleasant, if rather frustrating, afternoon in the spring sunshine, mingling with the crowds of shoppers. The feeling of nakedness under my pretty minidress, and the cool breezes caressing my bare back and sliding around my pussy, made me as randy as I have ever been. Several times I almost suggested that we stop off at a love hotel and spend an hour scratching the intolerable itch I was sure we both felt, but reminded myself this abstinence would be rewarded by non-stop fucking in the evening. We started with the big department stores in the Ginza, and then took the subway to Omotesando, a big wide street which leads up to the Meiji Shrine near Shibuya, where the younger people's boutiques and cafes are. The subway was pretty empty at that time of day and for one stop we had our carriage to ourselves. As soon as the train left the station Bob unzipped his jeans, threw me across his lap with my sexy little skirt pushed up round my waist, and thrust his insatiable cock straight into my wet cunt. But the stations on that line are close together and there was only time for a brief, frustrating visit before the doors were opening again and we were trying to look as if nothing had happened. The frustration only increased our need for each other and all the time in Omotesando Bob was holding me, stroking me, touching me and I was responding to him, as we walked with crowds of young couples doing much the same thing, though more discreetly and shyly. Only a few hours to wait. CHAPTER VI What Happened at Roido-san's Party Keeping Bob off me, and still on the boil, as we got ready for the party was a real struggle, not least as my eager, soaking cunt was entirely on his side. I think I somehow persuaded him we were short of time and that our hosts would be angry with us if we were any later than we were already. The party was indeed well warmed up when we got there, though for the moment everyone still seemed to have clothes on. "Lovely dress, Megumi-san," said Mr Lloyd as I thanked him for letting us come at the last minute. I too was pleased with the way I looked, and even more pleased with the effect it was obviously having on Bob. Matsumoto-san's special party number was cut from plastic-coated elastic material and must have been made for some latex epic. It was a sort of cherry red, low over my breasts and short in the skirt, fastened down the front with a broad zip with a handle shaped like a downward-pointing arrow (just in case any man was too stupid to get the idea for himself). It was so tight, and the material so stretched, that it looked as if it had been sprayed onto me; in fact my breasts were squeezed flatter than I really liked, but I had found by experiment that I only needed to lower the zip a few centimetres to expose them completely as the elastic material sprang back, turning the garment into a delightfully topless minidress. I was looking forward to staging that transformation, as a step towards the real business of the evening. Once again, the black high-heeled shoes, one slightly taller than the other, were giving my walk a sexy wiggle; while the constant slight rubbing of the tight plastic skirt against my naked bottom and pussy was making me wonderfully wet. "Lend me your hanky," I said, "the love-juice is dripping down my thighs." I do recommend that line to any girl wanting to break the ice with a shy partner. Not that Bob was shy. If I had not skipped nimbly away from him the party would have got out of control sooner than our hosts had planned. The house was already quite full of people. There was a small dance-floor, with loud music and flashing disco lights. The floor was crowded. Across the room I caught the eye of Midori, another girl from Marucho, and she looked a question at me. I shook my head slightly in reply and pointed at Bob: I hoped she got the message that I was there not to work but as an invited guest, and with my own lover for the evening. To begin with, at least. It was less crowded and hot outside. Buffet tables and a bar had been set up on the terrace, and mattresses laid out on the lawn - even though the people standing there in couples had not yet begun to use them. The garden was well lit, and I knew from previous experience that technicians from the company providing the equipment would soon be directing spot-light beams onto screwing couples so that other guests could enjoy watching them. Privacy was not encouraged at the Lloyds' parties. My heart began to pound at the thought that we two would soon be showing off our mutual lust before an appreciative audience. There was a sudden burst of laughter and clapping from the room behind us. The party was getting going at last: Mr Lloyd had suggested to my professional colleagues that his guests were now ready for something more enjoyable than cocktail chatter and dancing. A laughing couple ran out hand-in-hand from the tall open windows, the girl's young, firm body deliciously nude apart from her high-heeled shoes. They stopped at one of the mattresses: quickly she knelt down, pulled down her partner's trousers and underpants, and began to suck his cock vigorously, coating it with her saliva. He groaned with pleasure and held her head against his groin, taking the initiative from her and fucking her mouth rather than letting her suck him. But before he could lose control and start to come she pulled away from him and fell forward onto the mattress, her rump provocatively presented to him as she knelt. He quickly shed his shoes and trousers, and took up position kneeling behind her in only his unbuttoned shirt. For a while his fingers caressed and probed her soaking cunt, making sure she was ready to receive him. Then, seizing her upper thighs, he penetrated her with a single massive thrust. "Oh, give it to me! Fuck my cunt! Oh, fuck it _hard_!" she cried in her joy. He began to pump slowly, out and in, out and in, his well-lubricated cock shining clearly in the light of the spot now trained on the pair of them. She raised her upper body on her elbows, lifting her head, begging for more as her face showed the ecstasy she was feeling. It did not take them long to come, and they collapsed onto the mattress, the man cuddling her from behind and thanking her incoherently for the pleasure she had given him. A girl near me, obviously a genuine guest attending such a party for the first time, looked shyly up at her companion and breathed, "She looked so happy! If I ... if I take my dress off, will you do ... do that to me too?" He took her in his arms and began to ease the zip down her back while she snuggled sexily against him. The heady aroma of sex and pleasure hung in the air and began to work its magic. For a moment I longed to watch the new couple. I wanted to see the beginner lose her shyness and learn to be wanton as she tasted the happiness of exhibiting her fresh young nakedness before the rest of us, urging her lover to fuck her without reserve for our pleasure as well as her own and his. It sounds sentimental, I know, but a girl's first time in public is a very special moment and I love to watch her enjoying it and to share in her happiness. But I had more urgent matters to attend to. Quickly I started to unzip my dress, giving my breasts to Bob for his hands and eyes to wander over, teasing my nipples erect now they were freed from the pressure of the tight material. One of Mr Lloyd's foreign visitors staggered laughing onto the lawn, carrying a squirming naked girl in his arms. He put her down on the nearest vacant mattress and she quickly helped him undress. Soon she was squatting over his mouth, facing down his body, his hands firm on her hips as she rose and fell over his face and his tongue fucked her pussy. Another excited girl ran up, eagerly stripping as she prepared to mount him too, taking his unoccupied cock into her cunt. As I turned back to Bob, the two girls were leaning towards each other, kissing passionately as they harmonised the rhythm with which they rode their willing victim together. I felt I couldn't wait a moment longer. I took Bob's hands and made them pull my dress apart. The fastener opened and the tight, elastic material sprang back. As the arrow-shaped handle reached my crotch I shrugged what was left of the dress from my shoulders and let it fall unregarded behind me on the grass. I was now naked except for my black high-heeled shoes. "Darling, please take me!" I said. "You can do anything you like to me. I want it all. Just take me. Do it now!" "So now I get my revenge for having been teased all afternoon?" "Yes!" I said, "you get your revenge. And I get my reward for having teased you!" He half carried, half dragged me to the nearest mattress. I was so light-headed with lust my legs could hardly have taken me that far on my own. His trousers and shirt were off in a moment, and I remember noticing that he wore no underpants - wanting to be ready that much quicker when the moment arrived. He was on top of me, his arms holding my slender eighteen-year-old body, taking the weight on his elbows. I was so wet that he needed no lubrication, and forced his cock into my gasping cunt in a single fierce movement. I cried out with delight at the rapid and forceful violation: I had told him to do anything to me he wanted, and he was taking me at my word. We were so wild for each other there was no way either of us could have held back our orgasms: it took just a few strokes of Bob's cock to bring us both to screaming, roaring climaxes. My cunt was again full of his hot, creamy fuck and I felt it begin to trickle out again and, now mixed with my own juices, drip between my legs. As soon as he recovered he pulled out and told me harshly, "Turn over. Knees up. I want your arse." [Next in Part 08: Chapter VI concluded]