We Always Do It For Real 20 THE MEGUMI STORIES BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS VOLUME 01: WE ALWAYS DO IT FOR REAL BY MEGUMI KATO AND BOB WILLIAMS PART 20 [CHAPTER XIV CONTINUED] Inside the room, I kissed him quickly, then went into Mr Nagao's private bathroom. There was a bidet there and I was able to clean out my cunt and arse properly; there was very little feminine among the toiletries but I did my best to tidy my face and hair. When I stepped out of the bathroom in search of my dress I found Mr Otani had already got his clothes on: he, Mr Nagao and Mr Niijima were sitting in the big armchairs talking. I could see no sign of my pretty gold dress. "Come in, my dear, come and join us," said Mr Otani, standing up - another sign of his American upbringing. "We were just talking about you." He waved me to one of the sofas. "Don't worry about your dress - you look lovely the way you are, and looking at you like that will help us reach a decision, I hope." I was a bit disconcerted at first at being invited to join this business discussion in a state of total nudity, but decided it was foolish to be conventional in such an organisation. I sat at the end of one of the sofas - but as before found that it was too big and soft for me to sit in comfortably. So I kicked off my gold sandals, pulled my feet up under me and knelt with my legs to one side. The soft, cool leather once again felt wonderfully exciting against my bare skin. How I longed to join a company which could give me such lovely experiences! I looked yearningly at Mr Otani, wanting his approval, but he was talking business. "All right, Nagao-san," he was saying, "I'll agree to what you are asking, but only on one condition: that you employ Kato-san here as a trainee actress. And if you do that, I'll also undertake to market everything she stars in in the Western United States. If you _don't_ do that, I swear I'll set up a company of my own to promote her." "You're that impressed, are you?" asked Mr Nagao in his soft voice. "Oh yes. She's got real potential. I'm astonished you can't see it. She's also a lovely fuck." I blushed and lowered my eyes modestly, secretly pleased that he had used almost the same phrase as Kunio, my partner in my screen-test in the morning. I looked up again and glanced at him from under my eyelashes. He was looking at me with open admiration. I know it was presumptuous of me but I did feel that I was looking my best. My ivory skin, glowing with sexual satisfaction, was shown off to perfection against the black leather, its nakedness charmingly enhanced by the light glinting on the gold jewellery. My thighs were nicely displayed and my firm young breasts jutted forward temptingly as I knelt in the corner of the sofa, shoulders back and head up. Yes, I thought, this is the way I want to be - always. Nude, and desired ... "I'm not saying I hadn't seen her potential," said Mr Nagao pettishly, "it's just that we have to weigh these things up, don't we Niijima-san?" Mr Niijima just continued to look disapproving. Very daring, hoping that Mr Otani at least would not be shocked by my speaking before being invited to, I said: "I'm very grateful to you for your good opinion, Otani-san. Will I see you again soon?" My heart beat painfully as I waited for the answer. "I'm afraid not, Kato-san," he said gravely. "I must leave for Los Angeles tonight. Otherwise it would have been my pleasure to invite you to have dinner with me this evening, to celebrate your contract with Marucho." He shot a look at Mr Nagao. "Oh, of course I agree to what you propose," said he. "And since that concludes our business, and there are still a couple of hours before you have to leave for Narita Airport, why don't Niijima-kun and I leave you and Kato-san together so that you can take away happy memories of your visit here?" My heart began to beat fast again. I hardly dared move a muscle as I begged him silently to agree. "That is very kind of you, Nagao-san," he replied. "I have an even better idea," said Mr Nagao. "Why don't I send one of our cameramen down here to record your encounter so that you can remember Kato-san in America whenever you want to? And of course you could show her to all the customers you believe are eager to see her videos." "Thank you," said Mr Otani, "that would be very enjoyable. And _I_ have a suggestion. Why don't you join us on the video so that your own commitment to this brilliant new star will be on record too?" I was overwhelmed with excitement and happiness. I could not for the moment quite work out how this threesome would work in practice, but I knew I wanted it more than anything else in the world, and to be permitted to play my part in front of the camera was a joy almost too much to bear. Mr Niijima was being sent to call in Mr Nagao's secretary. "First," he instructed her in his soft voice when she appeared in her smart miniskirted business suit, "find out if any of our cameramen is available and send him here at once: you can tell him I want a video of something that's about to happen in the garden. When you've done that, print out our standard two-year contract for Kato-san here, who I hope is going to join our staff." The secretary smiled at me encouragingly and departed. She seemed completely unsurprised by my nudity. A few minutes passed during which little was said, and I could hardly have listened anyway. I mostly kept my eyes modestly lowered as the three men looked me over: Mr Otani with frank lust, Mr Nagao with a friendly smile and Mr Niijima with obvious disapproval. The secretary returned with sheets of paper, and the news that a cameraman was on the way down with his equipment. "Kato-san," said Mr Nagao, "this is our standard two-year contract for new actresses. Mr Niijima, as Business Manager, is authorised to sign it on behalf of the company. He will sign both copies. I will not allow you to sign until you have had time to study the contract carefully and take any advice you wish. If you decide to join us, you will sign and date both copies, and return one to Mr Niijima." I nodded. Mr Niijima spread out the papers on a low table. He signed his name in two places, dug into his jacket pocket to find the flat box containing his personal seal, and authenticated the signatures with neat, round stamps in red ink. He left the papers as they were to dry. Mr Nagao's secretary tapped at the door and showed in the cameraman. He was carrying an elaborate video camera with its own spotlight and microphone. While I remained lost in erotic dreams, Mr Nagao and Mr Otani sketched out a scenario. They explained it briefly to the cameraman. The scene was to be played beside the fishpond, and was to start with me and Mr Otani alone together, Mr Nagao entering a little later to join us. Mr Niijima took himself off to his own office, and the other two men quickly got out of their clothes. Mr Otani and I took up position in the garden again, this time under the direction of the cameraman, Mr Nagao a little further away out of shot. We began with a passionate embrace, then I again fell to my knees and took his glorious, long cock into my mouth. Soon it was as fully erect and hard as it had been on entering me earlier, and I happily sucked the head deep into my throat. This time he did not allow me to suck and lick him to orgasm, withdrawing his cock and sinking down to kneel beside me. The lounger cushions were on the ground where we had left them, and he soon had me on my back, legs apart, luxuriating in the licking and thrusting of his eager tongue. At last he entered my cunt as I lay on my back: I was already close to orgasm and even though he held back from his own I was soon screaming and moaning as I enjoyed my first climax, my fingers digging deeply into his back and buttocks as I shuddered to a temporary stop. That was the signal for Mr Nagao to enter shot. Mr Otani handed me over to him as agreed: he lay on his back with his legs spread as I licked his balls and sucked his cock into a fine erection. On his instructions I straddled his waist, taking his thick, veined cock into my cunt for the second time that day. Being on top, I felt in control and rode him vigorously, soon feeling my next climax approaching. His big, strong hands held my waist firmly, setting the rhythm he liked; then moved up to caress my breasts, his fingers adding to my excitement by squeezing and pinching my nipples to even harder erection. "One day," he murmured into my ear, "we must photograph these pretty nipples being pierced and fitted with beautiful gold rings. Would you like that?" "Would it hurt very much, sir?" I asked shyly. "Very much indeed. But you would enjoy that; and the rings would look so lovely piercing these pretty breasts. Can you imagine it?" "Oh, yes," I gasped, the thought of the pain and the beauty pushing me even closer to orgasm, "oh, please!" I came again in my excitement: like Mr Otani he held back from his own orgasm, but as I climaxed I felt the urgent demand of something pressing firmly against my anus. Mr Nagao moved his legs together to make it possible for Mr Otani to straddle us both. I tried desperately to make my sphincter relax and open as it had done before. Again I felt that shining, white-hot sword enter my narrowest passage, still dripping with my saliva and cunt-juice. This time there was no gentle, millimetre-by-millimetre progress, stopping again and again to let me rest and become accustomed to the unbelievable, bursting fullness of my rectum. The sword transfixed me, with agonising slowness, but never stopping for a second as it penetrated me, claiming as its right the kingdom it had already conquered. It had never occurred to me how tremendous it would be to be nailed to the ground by two thrusting cocks at once. The anal dildo on the self-stimulation belt Ken had designed for me had been only as thick as a finger; now I felt two real organs, wielded by two experienced and lustful men, penetrating me separated by only the thinnest membranes. I could hardly tell which was stimulating which passage. One was delivering waves of exquisite pain; the other spasms of unbelievable pleasure - that was all I knew or cared to know. There was no question of holding back my climax so that we could all three come together. I was already experiencing a continuous orgasm as the three of us set up a rhythm determined by the movement of my hips: _down_ on the weapon gloriously piercing my anus and _up_ on the thick, lustful cock pleasuring my cunt; then back the other way as from somewhere I heard my voice screaming with joy and delight, begging my wonderful lovers to do anything to me they wanted just so long as they kept me in Paradise for ever. As my climaxes burst over me again and again, the two men seized control of the rhythm: now they were pulling out of me in unison before thudding heavily back together into my cunt and arse. I was just the casual instrument of their shared lust, tossed from side to side by their increasingly violent thrusts as I begged them to fuck me harder and harder, to treat me ever more brutally. At last the moment came when, grunting with passion and holding me between them until I thought my ribs must break, they thumped their cocks furiously into me and held them there. After a pause that seemed to last for ever - if only it had! - they pulled half-way out for the last time, slammed back into me and came copiously together, their creamy cum finding its way gradually out of my holes past the giant erections stuffing them to mingle with my own nectar between my thighs. I raised my upper body on my arms, pulled back my head, and with tears streaming down my face proclaimed my blissful fulfilment to the coolly watching eye of the camera. CHAPTER XV Under Contract Of course I signed the contract. It was for two years and committed me to make twelve 30-minute fuck videos and to undertake any other duties including training courses, publicity work, attendance at social events and so on which the company might require. Ken made a few enquiries among his professional friends and said he thought the terms were reasonable. But he warned me the commitment to make twelve videos was something used by sex-film studios to keep control over an actress who perhaps went on to become something else: a "straight" actress or TV personality for example. If she had not completed her commitment, the studio could insist that she returned later to do so, and a fuck video made by a girl who was then well-known to the public in a more respectable business would of course be very marketable. But I said I simply couldn't imagine myself ever wanting to give up public fucking in order to read the weather forecast or introduce game shows. I had left the studio that afternoon dressed again in the blue-and-white outfit I had worn to my screen-test, and bearing a shiny carrier bag marked discreetly with the Marucho logo and containing a neatly wrapped tape of my test, to which the editing department had added the recording Mr Otani, Mr Nagao and I had made in the garden. Also in the bag were the dress and the transparent shoes I had worn for the test, which Matsumoto-san had insisted I borrow. I could hardly believe what an exciting eighteenth birthday it had been. Never had I been so comprehensively and expertly fucked; I had given my anal virginity to the most wonderful man I had ever met; I had made my first professionally directed fuck video; and I had been offered the one job I most wanted in all the world! It hardly seemed possible that normal life was going on all around me as I walked, just another girl disregarded by everyone, back to Shibuya Station. Once there I telephoned the department store in Ikebukuro where my mother was temporarily employed. She was not supposed to receive personal calls, of course, but a sympathetic assistant in the houseware department promised to pass a message when she realised how important it was, and congratulated me on my success in being accepted in my job application. Then I phoned Ken and told him we had a very special video to watch together that evening, and that I hoped it would give him lots of ideas! Matsumoto-san would insist on a detailed account of our activities when I next saw her. There was no one around when I arrived at the door of his apartment, so in the corridor I changed swiftly into my costume. After some thought I decided to wear the little matching panties - he would enjoy taking them off for me, or if he preferred I would enjoy taking them off while he watched. Then I knocked tentatively at the door. "Is this Mr Kobayashi's apartment?" I asked in a timid little-girl voice when he opened it. "I've come on behalf of Megumi Kato. She cannot come this evening, but she asked me to bring you the tape she promised you ..." We spent a very satisfying evening together, pretending we had never met before. I reacted with a shy little squeal to Ken's attempts to seduce me, before giving in and acting the part of an innocent fourteen-year-old virgin eager to be taught to play this wonderful new game called sex. Then we watched Megumi's video together, Ken offering professional criticism of her moves, and showing me in detail how to do what she did. I felt somehow that putting myself into the position of a pupil keen to learn from him was the best way of holding together a relationship which was bound to come under strain as I embarked on a professional career before he had even finished his education. I was not sure how long I wanted the relationship to last, but I certainly did not want it to end on that day of all happy days. [Next in Part 21: Chapter XV continued] For complete series so far see /files/Authors/Bob_Williams