WORK IN PROGRESS 14

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 05: WORK IN PROGRESS
BY BOB WILLIAMS
ASSISTED BY MEGUMI, NORIKO, FUJIKO, AYUMI, SAEKO, 
MARIKO, TAMA, MAIKO, SHIZUE, MIE, AYAKO, TOMO, YUU 
AND RUMI 

PART 14

CHAPTER XIV 

A Party Girl

     Most of my work in recent years has been with 
     girls aiming for careers in the sex industry: 
     they come to me, or are sent, to be trained in 
     the techniques which are my specialism. But it is 
     a special joy to meet a girl who devotes herself 
     to sexual pleasure simply because she enjoys it 
     so much. One such girl was Yuu. 

I was one of the first to arrive that evening. My host 
had e-mailed me and particularly asked me not to be 
late. And, he said, there was no need to bring a date 
unless I specially wanted to: there would be plenty of 
girls. It sounded as if he thought there might even be 
too many! That is the sort of challenge I enjoy, so I 
made a special effort to be on time. 

In the room set aside for men to leave their clothes, 
I pulled off my shirt and slacks and put on a 
towelling robe, tying the belt loosely. Then I entered 
the big room. There were about a dozen girls there: I 
guessed they had been brought in from agencies and 
film studios. They were standing together in groups, 
giggling and chatting, and were already almost nude: 
apart from their high-heels, they were wearing only a 
pretty selection of little panties. Of course the 
panties were not expected to stay on for long, but for 
the moment the opening display created a pleasant air 
of catch-me-if-you-can availability. Other guests 
began to arrive, the girls - alone or clinging 
excitedly to their dates' arms - reacting with a 
charming mixture of delight and apprehension as they 
took in the scene and understood what sort of a party 
they had been invited to. 

I had been looking over the agency and studio girls 
and had almost made a choice when I spotted one of the 
new arrivals. Unlike some of the other guests, she 
clearly knew what to expect at a sex party, and had 
dressed appropriately. She was wearing a very short 
skirt in pale green. It had a white belt which she 
wore a little loose so that it fitted round her hips 
rather than snugly round her waist: if she had hitched 
the skirt up higher she would have been obliged to 
wear panties - which would have been a shame. As it 
was, the hem of the little skirt just covered her 
bottom and - by a millimetre - hid her pussy so long 
as she remembered to stand up very straight. On her 
left thigh she wore a frilly garter in virginal white. 
Very tempting, I thought. 

Above she wore a little sleeveless jacket, also in 
pale green and white. There was a nice view down the 
front of the upper curves of her breasts, but nothing 
too blatant. The jacket was short enough to leave her 
tummy bare: from the stud in her navel dangled a 
pretty decoration made up of green stones chosen to 
match her clothes. She was wearing nothing else except 
strappy gold sandals with the highest heels she could 
manage. I suppose she might have been wearing a bra 
under the short jacket but I thought not. Her breasts 
quivered attractively as she walked towards me; and a 
girl who had taken so much care to dress nicely would 
hardly spoil the effect by adding anything 
unnecessary. Still, I was already planning how best to 
find out. 

"Good evening," I said formally as she came up to me. 

"Oh ... good evening," she replied, slightly 
flustered, as if she hadn't been expecting me to speak 
to her. 

I took one of her hands. The nails were long and 
encrusted with little coloured stones. 

"How nice you look," I said. 

"Er - do I?" she said, a little disconcerted, as 
Japanese girls often are, by flattery. 

"Yes. Turn round - let me see the back." 

I moved the hand I was holding gently to one side and 
let go, encouraging her to make a dancer's spin. She 
turned slowly and obediently, wobbling slightly on her 
heels; she looked coquettishly over her shoulder at 
me, then completed the turn and stood facing me again. 

"Do you like it?" she asked, now more at ease with me. 

"Yes." 

"What are you looking at?" 

Well, obviously, I was taking advantage of my greater 
height to look down the front of her jacket. 

"I was just wondering," I said slowly, "if you were 
wearing a bra ..." 

She tossed her head, her short hair swinging prettily 
from side to side. 

"Were you, indeed?" 

"Yes ... well, are you?" 

She decided to stop pretending to be annoyed. 

"I can't remember ..." she replied teasingly. "I don't 
usually wear ... you know ... underwear when I have a 
dress on, or a suit like this. There seems somehow no 
point in wearing _both_, does there?" 

"No. But if you can't remember perhaps we should check 
..." 

The little jacket was done up with two big buttons 
between her breasts. I carefully undid the upper one, 
as she stood close to me, smiling demurely. Then the 
lower one. The jacket fell open, revealing a pair of 
firm, naked breasts. 

"There! I didn't think I was!" she said proudly. 

"I didn't think you were either." 

"So why ..." 

The only honest answer to that was "Because I wanted 
you to be nude for me," but she already knew that. So 
instead I just murmured "Let me help you," and slid 
the little jacket over her shoulders. It fell down her 
arms and off: I dropped it carefully on the couch 
behind me. 

"So much nicer ..." I said. 

"Yes ..." she whispered. "It feels _so_ good ..." 

Her breasts had been pierced and she was wearing a 
pair of silver rings in her nipples. I slid one arm 
round her waist to hold her steady and played with the 
rings with my free hand. They glittered in the light 
and I could see that they were inlaid with tiny 
diamond chips. I began to twist one of them round and 
round. It moved smoothly through the hole cut for it. 

"Ooh, yes ..." she said. "The little rough places 
tickle me so nicely. Inside ... inside the hole, I 
mean." 

I let go of her waist and concentrated on rotating 
both rings together. She murmured happily, obviously 
enjoying this unusual form of foreplay. The holes had 
been cut well back, so that the rings kept the nipples 
permanently erected and firm enough to leave room for 
clamps to be placed in front of the rings. If she had 
learned to like that sort of thing. I must start to 
find out. 

"Are your nipples very sensitive?" I asked. 

"Oh, yes! Very ..." 

"You like playing with them - or having other people 
play with them?" 

"Of _course_!" 

"Do you sometimes use other decorations?" 

She looked up at me flirtatiously. I was sure she knew 
exactly what I meant. It didn't bother me that someone 
had got there before me and introduced her to the 
delights of masochism. I was sure there was still 
plenty I could teach her. 

"I'm glad," I went on. "I love decorating girls' 
bodies." 

"Only decorating them?" she asked, still flirting 
delightfully. 

"I like my girls to be beautiful," I said vaguely. "In 
lots of ways." 

She turned round suddenly and leant back against me. 

"You haven't finished undressing me," she said 
accusingly. 

My fingers at once began to undo the belt of her 
little skirt. 

"You like being undressed?" 

"Oh, yes! Or undressing myself ..." 

"You undress at strip-clubs? Go nude?" 

"Of course! It's fun ... all those men wanting me ... 
all those lovely erections." 

She undid the zipper at the side of her skirt, then 
turned to face me again, standing a little apart. She 
wriggled her hips and let the skirt fall - as she had 
no doubt done often in front of appreciative 
audiences. She stepped out of the little circle of 
skirt and bent forward as she adjusted her garter. The 
silver rings flashed in her nipples. As she stood 
again I bent down and picked up the skirt for her, 
taking a careful look at her pussy on the way. It 
wasn't shaved, but she kept the crisp curls of her 
cunt-hair neatly trimmed. I placed the little skirt 
carefully on the couch. It had done its job for the 
moment in teasing and attracting me, but she would 
soon want to wear it again - for me or for other men. 

"Oh, thank you ..." She giggled. "Now it's your 
turn." 

Before I could react she untied the belt of my robe. 
It fell open, and her gaze moved rapidly over my chest 
to focus on my erect cock. She took it, stroking it 
expertly just enough to stimulate me without bringing 
me too close to orgasm. Since her hands were occupied 
I pulled off the robe myself and added it to the heap 
of unwanted clothing. 

"Oh, nice," she was saying. "Very nice." 

"You like cocks?" I asked - unnecessarily but I had to 
say something. 

"Of course!" 

"Where do you like them best?" 

"It's funny," she said, looking up at me seriously. 
"Strange, I mean. When I first saw a cock ..." 

"How long ago was that?" 

"I was thirteen. Or almost. Old enough, anyway. I 
wanted at once to kiss it and lick it and suck it. Of 
course I knew in theory that I had a particular hole 
between my legs specially designed for it to fit into, 
but it was years before I started putting it in 
there." 

"And when you did, did you enjoy it?" 

"Well, of _course_! But I still had that special love 
of taking cocks in my mouth. I still do. It's so 
exciting. I feel so in charge. And it tastes so 
good." 

"I knew we had a lot in common," I said. "You love 
sucking cock. I'm passionate about sucking pussy. 
Especially Japanese pussies." 

"Are they different from Western girls' pussies?" 

"Oh, yes. Cleaner, sweeter - and they taste 
marvellous. That's why I live here. Because of 
Japanese girls and their pussies ... and their 
attitude to sex." 

"Well, we all love sex, of course. And for sex you 
need a man, and a man's no use without an erection. So 
you have to do whatever is necessary to attract a man 
and make him erect. That's obvious. And it's fun, too! 
Don't Western girls understand that?" 

"Some do," I said carefully. "But others don't know 
what they want. They start by wanting to be fucked, 
and making a man want to fuck them like you said; but 
then they wish they hadn't and say it's all the man's 
fault ..." 

"It sounds so complicated." 

"It's a _mess_," I said firmly. 

She clearly wasn't interested in the psychology of 
Western women. Nor was I: after all, that was why I 
lived in Japan. She looked round. 

"There's a mattress free over there!" she said. "Come 
on." 

We settled down and started by cuddling and fondling 
each other. 

"Tell me your name," I said. 

"I am Yuu. Well, Yuuko, really, but everyone calls me 
Yuu." 

"And how old are you, Yuu-chan?" 

"Oh, eighteen," she said airily. 

Well, perhaps. Seventeen, more likely, I thought - or 
even sixteen. But old enough to be fucked! And willing 
... I ran a finger along the pretty petals of her 
cunt, then licked it. 

"Nice," I said. 

It was, too. She giggled happily and bent her head 
till she could caress the head of my cock with the tip 
of her tongue. 

"Lie down properly for me." 

I stretched out on my back, my legs apart; then 
grabbed a cushion from the floor to put behind my 
head. Yuu looked up at me from between my legs with a 
provocative smile, her hands working on my cock. 

"Give me your cunt to kiss," I said. 

She swung round and knelt over my face, pressing her 
crotch against my mouth in the way I adore; then leant 
forward and slowly took my cock into her mouth. I 
grasped her thighs and pulled her firmly into 
position. I opened my lips so as to embrace the whole 
of her pussy and form that perfect communion that I 
love so much. My tongue pleasured her little throbbing 
clitoris while her cunt poured heavenly nectar into my 
throat. I could feel her doing exciting things to my 
balls with her long pointed nails as she sucked me. 

I pulled away for a moment. 

"Hello down there," I said. 

I could feel a sort of gurgle vibrating in her throat 
and stimulating my cock as it was firmly held there. 
Then she took it out of her mouth for a moment. 

"Hello up there!" she replied. 

"This is heaven," I said. "I want to stay here for 
_ever_. Please make it last. Don't let me come." 

"I love it too. I'll just tease you." 

I returned to Paradise. To thank her I slowly inserted 
a wet finger into her anus while I sucked and savoured 
and swallowed. I think she enjoyed that. 

It couldn't go on for ever, of course. At last her 
sucking and stroking, however carefully controlled, 
brought me to the inevitable climax and my balls shot 
my cream into her mouth. She lost all control at the 
same moment and rewarded me with a flood of the 
lighter juice which some girls bestow on their lovers 
as they come. Then followed the delightful clean-up 
operations, the kisses and loving words to the cunt 
and the cock which had given so much pleasure, and at 
last we were sitting side by side on the mattress. 

"I love your cock," said Yuu, in a slightly sticky 
voice. 

"I _adore_ your cunt," I replied. "What shall we do 
now?" 

"Let's fuck again. I want to feel your cock in my 
cunt." 

"Well, yes - in a little while." 

She pouted. 

"Oh, men are so useless. Why can't you fuck all the 
time like we girls can?" 

"Would you like to fuck any one else now?" I asked, 
remembering my party manners. 

She stood up and looked around. All the other guests 
seemed occupied. A couple of girls near us were 
starting to make love to each other: one of them had 
obviously managed to find a man and they were sharing 
a mouthful of cum as they kissed. All the men were 
busy - one had a girl sitting on his face and as we 
watched another girl ran up and impaled herself on his 
erect cock. 

"I'm tired of this party," said Yuu. "There just 
aren't enough cocks." 

"Would you like to leave? We could go back to my 
place." 

"Is it near?" 

"Yes. And I have some interesting ... toys. Lots of 
them. I think you'd like them." 

She considered this. 

"Tomorrow," I went on, "I could invite some friends to 
join us. Then you'd have plenty of fucking." 

She smiled, happy again. 

"Promise? All right, then." 

"I'll get your clothes." 

"Don't need them." 

"You can't go out nude in public!" 

"I don't see why not," she said smiling at me 
flirtatiously. "Anyway, I'm not nude. I'm still 
wearing this." 

She adjusted the pretty white garter on her left 
thigh. 

"Well, surely you have a coat." 

"I didn't bother. It's such a warm evening. I came as 
I was." 

The thought of Yuu making her way to the party wearing 
only her deliciously short skirt and abbreviated 
jacket, and now preparing to return home with me in 
nothing but heels and a garter, made my balls tingle 
so that I nearly came again on the spot. 

"I'll just go and wash," she was saying. 

While she was away I found my slacks and shirt; and 
then rescued her skirt and jacket, and the towelling 
robe I had been wearing, from under the threesome now 
occupying the couch where I had left them. I began 
making a mental list of the friends I would invite to 
join us tomorrow. I would have to find a few minutes 
among our other activities tonight to send some 
e-mails, saying I had a new girl who liked non-stop 
fucking and attaching a few pics. That should fetch 
them. 

Then Yuu was back, looking delightfully fresh and 
innocent. 

"Have we far to go?" she asked. 

"My car is just a couple of streets away." 

I held out the robe. 

"Oh, all right," she said. "If you insist. But just as 
far as the car. And as we go you can tell me about all 
those exciting sex-toys you promised me." 


[Next in Part 15: Rumi: The Public Performer] 

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