We_Always_Do_It_For_Real.11

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

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

PART 11

[CHAPTER VIII CONTINUED]

I discussed the whole project with Ken, of course. 
Filling in the form was easy. I gave them my 
measurements, told them my hobbies and when I had lost 
my virginity, and wrote down the colour of the panties 
I usually wore.[6] 

For the stills, Ken borrowed a Polaroid camera from 
his college, but we weren't pleased with the results. 
The prints were too small and somehow didn't bring out 
the detail we had hoped to see and wanted to show the 
company. So we used the Polaroids just to check that 
the angles and lighting were right, and then took the 
final versions on ordinary 35mm, hoping that the 
studio experts would be satisfied with the results 
when they processed the film. Ken took a lot of nude 
photos of me of course. For the clothed shots I mostly 
wore the skimpy, kinky outfits Ken and I had been 
buying together, but in case the studio were 
interested in something more innocent I included a few 
of me looking demure in a bra and panties or even 
fully clothed. Even so, I made sure all my skirts were 
as short as possible: after years of the frumpy, long, 
navy-blue skirt which was part of the sailor-suit 
uniform laid down for girls by my school, when I was 
out of class I always showed off my legs in miniskirts 
and the highest heels I could manage. Thank the Gods I 
never had the thick, dumpy legs of a typical immature 
Japanese schoolgirl - though I must admit some porn 
fans do find the schoolgirl look arousing. 

The first part of the video was easy. Ken borrowed a 
camera from his college, and we filmed the scene 
dozens of times: full-length from a tripod for my 
strip, then closing in slowly as I relaxed onto a 
convenient mattress with one hand stimulating my 
nipples and the fingers of the other disappearing up 
my pussy and arse, getting more and more unrestrained 
as I brought myself to a climax. Finally, I gave Ken 
the heap of videos and told him to watch them when I 
wasn't around: the one which most made him want me in 
person would be the master version onto which we would 
record the second and third parts. 

Filming ourselves fucking turned out to be much more 
difficult than we had imagined. It was easy enough to 
set up the camera on a tripod, watching us as we 
performed on Ken's bed; but the result was boring. We 
needed frequent changes to the camera position, and at 
crucial moments close-ups were essential if the 
spectator was to share properly in our pleasure and 
excitement. We tried scripting the fuck precisely, 
breaking it into short scenes and stopping after each 
one to adjust the camera: that didn't work either. We 
weren't professionals and had not learnt their skill 
of maintaining sexual arousal regardless of the 
interference and delays of technicians. 

In the end Ken said he would have to ask a friend from 
college, studying to be a cameraman, to do the 
shooting for us. I gasped a bit at this idea: I know 
it sounds absurd, but fucking in front of complete 
strangers was still an idea I had to get used to. When 
I thought about what Ken had said, however, I soon 
found it excited me, and the excitement quickly 
overcame any shyness I still retained from the days 
before I made my big career decision.

Ken's friend, Yasuo, came to see us to discuss our 
plan and block out the scene. In fact we were able to 
use most of the detailed script we had worked out for 
our earlier attempts. We also agreed that we would 
have to spend some money and shoot the scene in a 
love-hotel: Ken's apartment was simply too small and 
shabby to provide an acceptable background. I asked 
Ken afterwards what Yasuo was getting in return for 
all this work: he would only refer mysteriously to 
"valuable experience".

Love-hotels are cheaper in the daytime, so we met late 
one afternoon just as soon as I could get out of 
school. We had booked a room for two hours. To my 
surprise, Yasuo turned up accompanied by a friend, a 
thin, silent girl with glasses called Hanako. He said 
he needed her to help him with the camera. I didn't 
argue; I was committed now and in any case we needed 
Yasuo's co-operation. 

The original idea had been to lead straight into the 
fuck scene from the first part of the video in which I 
stripped and masturbated to orgasm. With the change 
from Ken's apartment to the hotel room that wouldn't 
work, of course, so we made the scene self-contained. 
I was to be a bar-girl and Ken my customer: I was 
dressed in a red plastic microskirt and a top which 
tied together under my breasts, leaving plenty of bare 
tummy in between. Yasuo filmed us coming into the room 
and kissing passionately: then Ken removed my clothes 
while I snuggled sexily against him. He had been a bit 
worried that, with others present, he would not be 
able to get an erection, but I knew well enough by now 
what movements and poses of my nude body he found most 
arousing and he soon forgot he was on show. 

We went through a full if conventional repertoire: I 
helped Ken out of his clothes and sucked his cock; 
then he licked my pussy as I lay on the bed, and 
finished by fucking my cunt from behind. Finally Yasuo 
moved the camera in close to show the cum dripping 
slowly from my pussy.[7] We came to a reasonable 
climax, though I was only partly satisfied. Displaying 
myself so shamelessly to the camera had excited me far 
more than it had Ken, and I needed another orgasm to 
relieve the sexual tension I had built up. 

A moment later the bed shook and I suddenly realised 
that Yasuo had removed his clothes and joined us. He 
turned me onto my back and knelt over my face, 
thrusting his erection at my mouth. I pulled him 
towards me and took it gladly: if this was the 
"valuable experience" Yasuo wanted as payment for his 
work he was welcome to have it, especially if he 
helped me to the further orgasm my aroused body was 
demanding. With him sitting on my face I could not see 
what Ken was doing at the other end of me. There was 
movement on the bed between my legs and I felt a 
tongue beginning to lick my pussy again, and lips 
sucking up the mixture of my copious juice and Ken's 
sperm. I knew Ken's pussy-eating technique pretty well 
by now and this was different: it was an expert 
performance by someone who knew exactly what my 
aroused cunt was begging for. I suddenly realised that 
it could only be Yasuo's girlfriend Hanako. 

I had never had sexual contact with a lesbian before 
and had always thought I would dislike it. Not at all! 
This was yet another wonderful first-time experience 
to treasure in my memory alongside my first 
self-induced orgasm, my first happy fuck with Ken, 
even my first experience of watching Miss Takahashi. 
Hanako's marvellously skilful attention to my needs, 
licking me delicately then switching without warning 
to rapid stabs with the hardened point of her tongue, 
soon brought me to a shattering climax in which Yasuo 
joined, sending spurts of creamy cum into my willing 
mouth. As soon as Yasuo had climbed off my face I 
thanked Hanako, giving her the kisses I knew she 
wanted, sharing Yasuo's sperm with her, letting her 
rub her breasts and pussy against me until she too was 
able to climax in the lesbian fashion she seemed to 
like best. 

When we had all recovered we watched the results on 
the hotel's video machine and were well satisfied. Ken 
had silently taken over the camera from Hanako when 
she had started sucking me, and the whole sequence - 
even if it was not what I had thought we were planning! 
- fitted together beautifully, with very professional 
camera angles and close-ups. 

It was certainly much more than Marucho had requested 
me to do. Even Hanako, as silent and withdrawn as 
ever, seemed satisfied. Admiring myself on the video 
was making me feel very aroused again, but our time in 
the love-hotel was up. None of us wanted to part so 
soon after the intense experience we had shared, so we 
returned to Ken's apartment for a few hours of 
conversation and sex. I told Yasuo and Hanako how it 
had become my dream to be a fuck film actress. Hanako 
opened up a little and told me something about what it 
was like to be a lesbian: she said she was in love 
with my body, which I thought was sweet of her, so I 
undressed and let her do what she wanted to me, and 
teach me how to respond, while the two men watched our 
intimacies with their mouths open. 

We had made some progress, but had to decide how to 
tackle the third part of the video, in which I was to 
demonstrate my "specialism". I still had no idea what 
I should do to meet that requirement. The sex acts 
which Ken and I knew - 69ing, blow-jobs or him fucking 
me from behind, for example - seemed far too tame to 
please the experts at Marucho. Ken kept telling me 
that I should one day recognise my specialism when I 
saw it, just as I had recognised my vocation, but that 
wasn't much help. However, he was right; and once 
again it was Miss Takahashi who came to my aid when I 
most needed it. 

One evening Ken told me he had managed to get an 
uncensored copy of her latest video, in which, he 
said, she was performing in a new kind of sex scene 
- new for her, that is. He had a slightly odd 
expression on his face as he loaded it into the 
machine and I snuggled close to him to enjoy my idol's 
performance, and imagine that the nice things being 
done to her were happening to me. 

I soon found out why he was so excited. The story 
showed Miss Takahashi, playing an innocent girl of 
good family - an _ojosan_ or princess type as we say - 
employed as an assistant in a high-class jewellery 
store, being kidnapped and taken to a dungeon where 
she was bound and gagged. Her captors carefully 
removed her clothes - the smart tailored miniskirt, 
the spotless white blouse and pretty white lacy 
underwear of her store's uniform - then forced her to 
wear a shiny black bondage corset, high boots and long 
gloves. Her breasts and shoulders, her bottom and 
upper thighs, were naked; the rest of her was tightly 
covered in the shiny black plastic of her costume. 
Clearly the innocent girl had never dreamt of 
displaying herself in such an outfit, and was 
horrified when her captors let her see herself in a 
full-length mirror. Suspended by chains from the 
ceiling, teetering on the impossibly high stiletto 
heels of her thigh-boots, her gag removed so that she 
could plead pitifully with her captors for mercy, Miss 
Takahashi looked more beautiful than I had ever seen 
her before. I longed to be dressed, bound and 
helpless, like that myself, and was so enthralled that 
I hardly noticed my fingers creeping into my aroused 
pussy. 

The villain and his servants were merciless: she was 
to be tortured until she revealed the details they 
wanted of the store's security arrangements. 
Terrified, she watched the detailed preparations for 
her ordeal: the careful adjustment of her bonds to 
stretch her body tightly between floor and ceiling and 
display it as shamelessly and beautifully as possible; 
the cruel tightening of her corset; and the lascivious 
selection, as she was forced to watch, of the most 
vicious and flexible lash from the villain's 
collection of whips. 

He made her wait for it, telling her in his soft, 
sinister voice how dreadful the pain would be, 
explaining to her that any plea for mercy would merely 
prolong her agony. He warned her that he longed to 
hear her screams, and that the more she cried out the 
more she would excite him and the harder he would whip 
her. Meanwhile his skilful fingers were gently 
caressing her breasts, buttocks and cunt, arousing her 
as she stood before him helpless and unresisting. 

"_Please_ don't touch me!" 

"But you like it really, don't you?" 

"No ... no ... _please_ ... why are you doing this to 
me?" 

He explained that he was doing it to increase the 
contrast between the pleasure she was now enjoying, 
however unwillingly, and the pain she would shortly 
suffer. He promised that she would soon learn to enjoy 
the pain too, and to love the bite of the whip on her 
delicate flesh. He told her that from pleading for 
mercy she would soon enough change to begging 
desperately for ever crueller treatment. She was 
horrified, but somehow suggested through her acting 
that he was revealing the truth about secret longings 
hidden deep inside her which no one - not even she 
herself - had recognised before. He tormented her by 
seeming to start the whipping, then, when she was 
braced and ready for it, preventing the lash from ever 
quite touching her. 

With one part of my mind I felt terribly sorry for 
Miss Takahashi, who was surely about to suffer quite 
dreadfully - and for real, given her studio's policy. 
But I also continued to find the spectacle of her, 
bound and stretched so beautifully at the villain's 
mercy, extraordinarily arousing. I too was finding 
secret longings in myself and discovered to my 
astonishment that I wanted desperately to be subjected 
to the same horrifying torment. 

At last the lash fell on her beautiful naked arse. She 
screamed, and so did I: it was as if the whip had 
leapt out of the screen and struck me too. Again and 
again I felt with her all her pain as her torture 
continued. 

Suddenly, as the cruel lash caressed her yet again, 
the expression on her lovely suffering face changed. 
Following her performance so closely, I knew that she 
was beginning to experience pain as pleasure, and to 
long for it to continue. I knew, because that was what 
would happen to me: _had_ happened, on that dimly 
remembered occasion when a dominant man had cruelly 
beaten my poor bottom, _was_ now happening as I passed 
from torment to ecstasy in her company. The torment 
was not only the agony of the whipping; it was also 
the gradual revelation to her reluctant self, from 
under the layers of pretence and shyness, of her true 
sexual longings. And the ecstasy came from the final 
recognition of the truth about herself and her 
desires. 

The villain could not understand why his victim still 
refused to give him the information he was trying to 
torture out of her. It should have been obvious to him 
that, having carried out his promise to reveal her 
innermost secrets to her, and convert her to the 
ecstasy of pain, threatening to _stop_ torturing her 
would be more effective than whipping her ever harder! 
But no matter: he slowly brought Miss Takahashi to the 
most shattering series of climaxes. 

"Tell me the secret!" he said repeatedly in his 
sinister voice. 

"No - _no_!" said Miss Takahashi. 

"Do you want yet more torture, then?" he asked. 

"No, no - please no!" pleaded Miss Takahashi, meaning 
"Yes, yes - more, more!" 

"Yes, _yes_!" said I, her ardent fan, longing to feel 
what she was feeling. 

At last the scene was over. The villain and his 
servants brought Miss Takahashi to a sublime orgasm. 
Having failed to extract from her the information they 
sought, they let her go. Briefly we saw her the next 
day, once again primly dressed in her uniform, 
arriving for work. Only a dreamy look in her eyes told 
us that her life had changed for ever. Several times 
she reached for the telephone - then withdrew her 
hand. At last she made up her mind. 

"Please, sir, when may I come and see you again?" she 
said quietly and submissively to the man who answered. 
The End. 

Once again, Miss Takahashi's example inspired me and 
showed me what I must do. When the tape was over, I 
rewound it and watched it through again, feeling every 
stroke of every lash as the villain and his servants 
applied their full collection of whips to her lovely 
quivering body. This time I let it play to the very 
end, through the credits and up to the final frames 
with "Marucho Film Company" and then the slogan "We 
Always Do It For Real". Those well-known words finally 
told me what I must do. I looked at Ken with my eyes 
sparkling and my lips parted. 

"That is my specialism," I said. "Now I know. You were 
right. I recognised it when I saw it. That is what I 
want to do. Where can we buy a whip, and how soon can 
we start practising?"


FOOTNOTES

[6] Girls seeking jobs are advised to answer "white" 
to that question, as anything else would damage the 
cute, little-girl image corporate personnel 
departments prefer. But of course I wasn't applying to 
join an ordinary company! So after consulting Ken, I 
wrote - very daringly - "usually none, or whatever my 
lover likes best".

[7] Of course you know from watching them that 
Japanese porn movies usually end with the man pulling 
out of the girl's cunt and coming over her breasts or 
face, or into her eagerly open mouth. Ken could not do 
that. He said his cock felt so good in my pussy that 
he could never pull out when he was on the point of 
coming. It was a delightful thing to say and I 
appreciated it - all the more as Japanese men don't 
often compliment their girls. But I will admit that a 
girl does look remarkably lovely lying there, having 
just enjoyed her orgasm, with her face prettily 
decorated with blobs and streaks of warm, fresh cum: 
"every one of them says 'I love you!'" as a 
sentimental girl-friend of mine used to say. Recently, 
browsing through a sex-shop, I found packets of 
artificial blobs of semen in translucent plastic which 
a girl could stick discreetly on her face and breasts 
when going to a party. Don't you think that's a 
_sweet_ idea? Of course I bought some - they've been a 
great success!


[Next in Part 12: Chapter IX: An Application for 
Employment]