WORK IN PROGRESS 15
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 15
CHAPTER XV
The Public Performer
Just because a girl can be trained to be a good
fuck doesn't mean that she will be a good
performer in sex-shows or porn videos. Most girls
are very stimulated by the idea of doing the
things they love most while an audience cheers
them on or cameras scrutinise them, but it
requires a particular temperament to perform well
and naturally. That is something that little Rumi
had all right.
"Of course I'll take it off for you!" said Rumi. "But
slowly, yes? You like to be teased a bit, don't you? I
know _I_ do!"
The party had been a great success so far. I had
brought Megumi Kato as my date - her husband was on
one of his business trips to the States. We were old
friends and it was always understood between us that,
much as we enjoyed fucking together, at sex-parties we
were both free to do what we liked with whomever we
fancied. And the party had hardly got into its stride
when I asked her to excuse me and went over to chat up
Rumi.
Rumi was a perfect fantasy of young Japanese
sexuality. She was wearing a lovely little gold bikini
coyly hiding her pretty breasts and crotch, and held
together behind with gold strings so narrow as to be
almost invisible against her golden skin. The apparent
nudity of her back view was charming, and from the
front three little glittering triangles emphasised the
perfection of her figure. On her feet she had
delightfully provocative gold sandals with very high
heels, held on by long thongs wound round her ankles
and a little way up her calves, hinting at a taste for
the sweetness of bondage. The picture was completed by
the prettiest face imaginable, with unusually big eyes
for a Japanese girl, a cute little nose and a mouth
made for kissing - and more. She had already attracted
plenty of attention, but she had been looking across
at Megumi and me, smiling and making little "I want to
be touched" gestures by fiddling with her long hair
and resting her cheek on her raised shoulder. I was
not so conceited as to think she had immediately
chosen me as her first partner of the evening: the
attraction was probably Megumi. Well, nothing wrong
with that: a sweet Japanese girl who recognises and
admires one of Japan's leading porn actresses is the
sort of sweet Japanese girl I like. She and I
obviously have tastes in common, I thought.
So, as I say, I had introduced myself and, for the
moment, cut her out from the others who were taking an
interest in her. Well, they could have their turn
later. There was music playing and a sort of
dance-floor in the middle of the room illuminated
brightly by coloured spots. She was willing enough to
dance - though dancing wasn't really the word for it:
the floor was an opportunity for guests to fondle and
explore each other. Which is what I had been doing to
Rumi. She wasn't doing much to me in return, but she
was encouraging me in what I was doing to her. For the
moment I was well satisfied.
She now had her back to me and was moaning slightly as
I explored her breasts and crotch through the shining
gold cloth of her bikini. I had just suggested that it
would be nice for us both if she took the bikini off.
Which she was willing to do, but only slowly and
teasingly.
"Yes, I like being teased by girls," I replied, "so
long as it doesn't go on too long."
She giggled.
"It won't," she said. "I don't want to be teased ...
tease myself ... for too long either."
This sounded interesting.
"What do you mean by teasing yourself?" I asked.
"Well," she said, leaning her head against my left
shoulder and looking up at me, "I just _love_ being
nude where everyone can watch me. But I love it even
more if I make myself wait a bit. You know? Men like
being made to wait a bit, don't they? So I make them
wait ... a bit ... and make myself wait too. It's _so_
nice, and makes it even nicer when I can't wait any
longer!"
"When did you first go nude for an audience?" I asked.
"Oh, well, I suppose when I started going to parties
like this. A couple of years ago. That was fun! I can
still remember the first time I was nude at a party.
It made me tingle all over with excitement. But then
..."
"Yes?"
"One evening I went with some girl-friends to a
strip-club. Just as a dare. And ..."
"You were invited up on stage."
"That's right! How did you know? The others were shy,
but I volunteered. It was _so_ lovely! Much, much
nicer than just doing it for friends at a party. Up on
a proper stage, under the lights, with all those
wonderful men watching me and wanting me. It was
_thrilling_!"
She paused. I could feel her heart beating fast. She
turned to face me, and her quick breathing tickled my
chest. She tossed her hair back, then looked up,
blushing prettily.
"I can't wait any longer. I _can't_. Take my bra off
for me!"
I quickly pulled apart the little bows round her back
and behind her neck. She wriggled round in my arms
again and I caught the two little scraps of gold cloth
as they fell, tossing the bikini top into a corner of
the room. A girl attending a sex-party hardly expected
to take her underwear away with her. Or any of her
clothes, in the case of Rumi, since she was wearing
nothing else.
Her breasts were delightfully firm, the small hard
nipples pressing against my fingers as I fondled and
squeezed them.
"Oh, that's lovely!" she said. "Are people watching?"
We were standing in the middle of the dance-floor,
under the full blaze of the spots. People were watching
all right.
"Of course," she said, "I soon found out that there's
one thing even more wonderful than being nude in front
of an audience."
"And that is?"
She giggled delightfully.
"Silly! Being fucked in front of an audience of
course! I didn't know, when I went up on that stage,
that getting nude was just the start of the show. The
main part was fucking men who came up to join me. That
was fantastic! I just couldn't get enough of it - I
still can't."
"So now you go to strip-clubs a lot?"
"Of course! Whenever I can! Now I know how wonderful
it is I just can't stop. Of course, parties like this
are lovely, too," she added hurriedly, "and being here
with you, and being nude for you to enjoy, and being
fucked by you. You _are_ going to fuck me, aren't
you?" she asked anxiously.
"Sure."
"Oh, good! But the men who fuck me at strip-clubs are
real connoisseurs, you see. I'm so flattered that they
want to have me, when they must have had hundreds of
more experienced and skilful girls ... thousands! And
of course I learn so much from being fucked by real
experts."
"That's nice for you."
"I never want it to stop! Do you know what I dream of,
most nights, in bed? Lying there naked, wanting the
dream to come again?"
"Do you always sleep nude?"
"Of course! It feels so nice ... but don't you want to
hear my dream?"
I could guess what it was, but I asked her to tell me
all the same.
"I am taken by magic to a place where I am always
required to be nude - except for pretty shoes and a
little jewellery - and some strange alien being with
hundreds of, you know, _tentacles_ holds me so I can't
escape and fucks me _everywhere_ for ever and ever and
ever without stopping once! Oh, I love it!"[28]
My left hand was still stroking and petting her left
breast, but the right was moving down to her crotch.
On the way down my little finger visited her tiny
navel, probing and tickling it.
"Ooh, that's nice!"
"No navel-stud yet?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"No. Not yet. I'd like to have it done - it looks so
pretty on other girls. Do men like a girl to be
pierced like that?"
"Yes. Men like it. And in other places too."
My right hand was now on her crotch, stroking her
pussy through the tiny bikini panties, sometimes
playing with the little bows on her hips, threatening
to pull them open.
"Oh, I can't wait any longer!" she cried suddenly. "I
can't bear any more teasing. I _must_ be nude for you
- and for all the others!"
She pulled away from me before I could react, and
stood in the middle of the floor under the lights. Her
hands pulled the little bows apart, as they had done
so often in delighted response to the demands of
strip-club audiences: for a moment she held the little
golden triangle coquettishly in front of her pussy,
then she raised it, swung it round a few times and
threw it away.
The other guests applauded and cheered as she posed
elegantly for them. Flashes flickered over her as they
photographed her so they could enjoy her again later -
images which would of course be posted tomorrow on the
internet so that beauty-lovers all over the world
could drool and masturbate over her. For a short while
she would be one of the world's most sexually desired
girls, her nude beauty conjuring up oceans of cum. Did
she know she had this power over so many men? Her
ecstatic face showed clearly that she did.
She span round two-and-a-half times on her heels like
a dancer and snuggled into my arms again, her bottom
wriggling sensuously against the obvious bulge in my
trousers and my hands stroking her nakedness. Her
nudity was still being bathed in flashes. My fingers
in her crotch discovered an intriguing bareness: no
sign even of the wisp of curly hair I was expecting.
Was she naturally hairless or had she shaved? If the
latter, she had done it well: there was no trace of
any stubble or roughness. I swung her up in my arms
and carried her to an armchair which stood beside the
dance-floor. I placed her low down in the cushions and
at once knelt between her thighs, examining my new
discovery.
"No hair at all?" I asked, looking up at last.
"No." She giggled naughtily. "But don't worry. I'm old
enough to be fucked - _just_!"
I stood up, only long enough to kick off my trousers;
then knelt again, burying my face in her crotch. She
wriggled and squealed with joy as the tip of my tongue
tormented her tiny clitoris, my mouth clamped over her
pussy as she poured out spasm after spasm of the
thickest and most delicious nectar I had ever tasted.
My hands held her firmly by the waist; then I threw
her legs over my shoulders and felt her cross and lock
them behind my neck to hold me prisoner. _That_ was a
trick she had learned at her strip-clubs, I thought!
As I licked and sucked, almost turning her cunt
inside-out in my lust, a corner of my mind was
thanking whichever of the Gods of Japan looked after
my interests for giving me this perfection. Searching
for it was what kept me here: a girl who was both
aesthetically satisfying in her nude loveliness and a
beautifully trained little fuck.
My hearing was muffled by her thighs locked so tightly
round me but I could make out her screams of lust
against a confused background of laughter and applause
from all around us. I felt her body stiffen and spasm
as she achieved her first orgasm; then she relaxed and
I was able to pull away.
"Oh, thank you, _thank you_!" she said as I came up
for air. "That was _so_ wonderful!" Suddenly she sat
up in the chair. "But I haven't given you anything!"
"Yes you have. The most delicious pussy-juice I've
ever tasted. And so much!"
She giggled.
"Now you must give me your juice. I _love_ drinking
cum!"
I stood and offered my erection to her lips. She took
it in her hands and kissed the tip lovingly.
"No, not here," she then said. "Let's lie down."
So we moved to one of the mattresses laid out on the
floor. I lay on my back and Rumi knelt beside me,
stroking my cock delightfully. Then, smiling
naughtily, she squatted over me and began to impale
her soaking cunt on my erection. Of course I have been
a happy guest in many young girls' pussies, but I
cannot remember one which was so wonderfully tight and
with such deliciously rippling muscles. Having eased
me into her, with agonising slowness, right up to the
hilt, she then began to rise and fall over me. If this
goes on much longer, I thought, I won't be able to
hold back long enough to save my cum for her mouth.
But she spared me that subjection, and after about
twenty long-drawn-out strokes she pulled her pussy off
me. She switched round and sat on my face. At once my
hands were round her waist, controlling her movement
as I again luxuriated in her delicious, dripping cunt.
At first she rode me triumphantly, waving her arms in
the air; then she leant forward, stroked my cock and
started licking it prettily. At last I felt it pulled
fully into her mouth. It was indeed a mouth designed
for more than just kissing. Soon I was beyond
self-control, the cum bursting up from my balls into
her throat.
"Oh, that was _so_ nice!" said Rumi. "You _will_ do it
to me again, won't you?"
She was lying snuggled up against me now, her voice
still sticky. Suddenly she started scrambling to her
feet, and I became aware of a figure standing beside
our mattress. It was Megumi. I stood up too, and
introduced Rumi: she was gazing at Megumi with
adoration.
"But you are Megumi Kato!" she said. "I absolutely
_love_ your videos!"
"Oh, have you seen them?" asked Megumi with casual
grace born of long experience with worshipping fans.
"Yes! Yes! I've seen lots of porn videos, but yours
are the best. I've learnt so much from watching you."
I was looking at Megumi with some surprise. She was
still wearing the shiny black corset she had chosen as
her costume for the party, but she had strapped a huge
artificial cock to her crotch. It was shiny black like
her corset, and decorated with rings of metal studs.
Little Rumi followed my gaze and saw it too, letting
out a gasp of delighted astonishment.
"Ooh, how beautiful! May I touch it?"
I had first met Megumi when she was nineteen and just
beginning on the career which had taken her to the
heights of the Japanese porn industry. At that time
her basic orientation was certainly heterosexual,
though with that little touch of lesbianism which most
sexually aware Japanese girls have and which is part
of their charm. Then she had become the willing slave
of the half-Japanese, half-American Mr Otani to whom
she was now married. In the process she and Samantha,
known as Sammy, his sexy blonde daughter by an
American girl, had become intimate friends and often
shared a bed - and a whip. (Sometimes they invited me
to participate, and the combinations became
delightfully complex.) But this was the first time I
had seen Megumi present herself in public as a
dominant Lesbian.
There was no doubt it was a success with Rumi. She was
already on her knees in front of Megumi's phallus,
kissing it and stroking it. I could hear Megumi
explaining that it was designed to stimulate _her_
clitoris and pussy with every stroke too, so she would
get as much pleasure from fucking with it as the girl
being fucked - quite apart from the more subtle
pleasure of dominating a girl and bringing her to
helpless orgasm.
"Oh, please - please, won't you do it to me?" begged
Rumi.
"All right. Lick it well - you'll need some
lubrication. And, watch!"
As Rumi began to caress the beautiful toy Megumi
pressed a little switch near the root and the phallus
began to vibrate and twist, while the rings of metal
studs turned in different directions. I felt almost
jealous of it: how could a real cock compete with such
a tireless machine in pleasuring a cunt?
Someone wheeled up a low padded table for Rumi, and
she lay on it, her bottom conveniently at one edge and
her head hanging over the other end, her long hair
forming a black pool on the carpet. Megumi advanced,
threatening and then overwhelming the little hairless
pussy with her vibrating, wriggling instrument. At
once Rumi began to gasp and cry out. I was sure that,
as well as twirling the metal studs and twisting the
shaft, the phallus's batteries were delivering
tingling electrical shocks to the petals of Rumi's
cunt.
Then the gasps and squeals of pleasure gave way to
strangulated gurgles as the men standing at Rumi's
head end began in turn to insert their cocks into her
upside-down mouth. I walked round and joined the
group. Most pulled out at the last moment and sprayed
their cum over Rumi's pert breasts, but when my turn
came I finished in her mouth. She recognised my
flavour, of course, and as I prepared to give way to
the next man murmured "Thank you, Bob! That was
lovely! Welcome back."
At last Megumi's attention to her cunt reached such a
pitch that she began to writhe and scream as her
climax built. The men stopped fucking her mouth so
that they could enjoy the sight and sound of a lovely
naked girl possessed by a powerful orgasm - is there
anything in life more beautiful? As Rumi's screams at
last gave way to whimpers of lust and gratitude, her
audience, deeply moved and aroused, dispersed to fuck
the other willing girls who were perhaps feeling a
little neglected. Two of the pretty Filipina maids who
looked after our host's house, dressed in their
sweetly provocative party uniforms, helped a fainting
Rumi to the bathroom where they ooh'd and aah'd over
her and helped her clean up.
"That's a remarkable girl," said Megumi to me.
She had unbuckled her strap-on phallus and was now
standing beside me, elegantly beautiful in just her
black corset and high-heels.
"Yes," I said. "She really adores public nudity and
public fucking."
"How lovely for her! Only at parties like this?"
"Oh, no! She says she goes all the time to strip-clubs
where she volunteers as an amateur and fucks as many
of the audience as she can."
"That shows real talent. Do you know how old she is?"
"All I know is that she said she was now just old
enough to be fucked. But I don't know what she really
meant by that. Just sixteen? She looks about that."
"I must ask her to come and see me at my office," said
Megumi thoughtfully. "Then I can arrange a screen-test
for her."
"At sixteen?"
"Oh, yes. So long as it's unpaid and private."
We were both thinking of Megumi's disappointment when
she had wanted to audition as a fuck-film actress but
had been told by the studio they were not interested
as she was under eighteen - the age at which a girl
can legally start earning her living from sex. Now
Megumi and her husband were running the studio and
were clearly insisting on a more sympathetic attitude
to young hopefuls whose newly developed sexuality had
made them recognise their vocation.
"Has she been whipped yet? Or caned, spanked, bound?"
"I don't think so," I said. "She didn't mention it, or
ask for it. Of course those pretty shoes she is
wearing hint at bondage, but I don't know if she fully
realises that. For the moment it's just flirting, I
think."
"Mr Otani and I have been thinking," said Megumi after
a pause. "About the future. We want to try and bring
porn into the mainstream. Oh, I don't mean the sort of
gloomy, unerotic sex you get in some arty movies by
famous directors."
"I hope not!" I said.
We both knew the sort of thing she meant.
"What we do in the porn industry - in the part of it
we run, anyway - is show fucking as beautiful, as
something every girl has a right to enjoy as often as
possible. I think girls who see our movies realise
that."
"Yes, Rumi, for example. I mean, she learnt about sex
and her desires long before she started watching porn,
but when she did it helped her to see that what she
was doing in all those strip-clubs was beautiful and
natural."
"Right. And it teaches girls new things about
themselves. I discovered whipping when my lover showed
me a BDSM video starring Mie Takahashi. Do you
remember her?"
"Do I _remember_ her? She was one of the greatest.
Until you came along."
"Takahashi-san said I would be her successor," said
Megumi. "She was _so_ beautiful. I worshipped her.
Anyway, if I hadn't seen that video of her being
whipped I wouldn't have known that _I_ wanted to be
whipped more than anything else in the world."
"And you can show masochism as beautiful and natural,
in a mainstream movie? So that girls in the audience
will go home and beg their lovers to whip them too? It
sounds too good to be true."
"Oh, yes. We already do, in our limited way. When we
show a girl being exquisitely tortured we also show
the ecstasy in her face. Not all our rivals do, of
course. Some prefer to show a girl pretending to
suffer. But of course they don't do it for real."
Megumi was referring to her studio's slogan and
fundamental principle, "We Always Do It For Real."
"If you tie up a girl," she went on, "and employ an
actor who really understands his business to whip her
on camera, of course she'll be in ecstasy. But if you
fake it, and tell the girl to act suffering, that's
what you'll get."
"In real life, though," I said thoughtfully, "a girl
will often act suffering because she knows it inspires
her lover to whip her even harder. A girl can be very
beautiful when she's screaming and begging for
mercy."
"Yes. But you both know she's just pretending, and is
really loving it."
"What about censorship?" I asked, changing the
subject. "You seem to be able to get away with
_hea-nudo_[29] in some sex videos these days, but
surely they'd never allow it in a mainstream movie."
"We're thinking of challenging that head-on. Let them
prosecute us if they dare."
"That's brave."
"And anyway we'll have the US market. Our products are
doing well there, thanks to Mr Otani. We can't legally
be censored there because of the First Amendment."
"Yes. Although I do wonder if Washington and Jefferson
and the rest really meant to defend the right of a
pretty girl to show off her pussy in public. Still we
must be profoundly grateful that's what they did,
whether they intended it or not."
"So if we have trouble here we'll be able to shame the
Japanese censors by making them look very silly in
contrast with the Americans."
"I hope you're right."
"Well, what I am looking for now is a new girl to star
in a mainstream movie. She will play a young girl
growing up and discovering her sexuality; as her body
develops she will learn how to dress to enhance its
beauty and sexiness; she will have her first joyful
experiences with lovers which we will present in the
most beautiful and positive way; she will discover all
sorts of new and different things she wants to do with
her sexuality and her beauty; and at last she will
enter the sex industry and be worshipped and adored
and above all _imitated_ by every girl in the
country."
It sounded a bit like the story of Megumi's own life,
but I didn't say so.
"And you think you've found the girl you want?"
"Oh, yes. I think so."
The little Filipinas brought Rumi back. In their
frilly aprons, caps and gloves they made a pretty
contrast with Rumi's perfect nudity. She was glowing
with health and obviously eager to be fucked again.
Having delivered her they curtsied nicely and tripped
off to resume serving drinks and providing guests with
anything they wanted.
"Rumi-chan," said Megumi, "I'd like you to come and
see me in my office tomorrow. Say twelve o'clock. Can
you manage that?"
"Oh, _yes_, Kato-san, of _course_ I can!"
"My company is called Marucho, and it's in Shibuya,
just off the Dogenzaka. Do you think you can find
it?"
"Of _course_ I can!" said Rumi again.
"Ask for me. I think ... yes, I may have a job to
offer you. In a video we are planning."
"Oooh! Am I going to appear in one of your videos? How
_wonderful_!"
"Well, it depends. There'll have to be a screen-test,
of course. And the final decision is with the boss, Mr
Otani. But we'll see."
"Oh, thank you, thank you Kato-san! I can't think of
anything I want to do more! You're so kind to me."
"Till tomorrow then. At twelve. And now go and enjoy
yourself. I want to see a really well-fucked girl
tomorrow!"
"Oh, yes, Kato-san! Of course!"
She went off delightedly to join the other guests.
Megumi looked after her pensively, remembering herself
at that age I do not doubt.
"When is Mr Otani back?" I asked, hoping to change her
mood.
"Another two weeks. It's been a long time. And he's
taken Sammy with him so I'm very much alone. Well, in
a way. But I miss him very much. Still, we've promised
each other a fantastic reunion, a night of
unbelievable sex. I can't wait."
"Meanwhile?"
"Meanwhile all this talk about the new project, and
Rumi-chan, has stimulated me more than I can bear."
"So?"
She took a quick decision.
"Bob, do you still have that wonderful little
torture-chamber in your apartment? You know, where you
once made me faint with pleasure?"
"Of course. And I've added a lot of refinements since
you were last there. And the very latest instruments.
I have to keep up with the competition. I'd love you
to see them."
"How about now?"
"Why not? I've a girl coming for a lesson tomorrow
afternoon but I'm free till then ..."
"And you're still as pitiless and tireless a sadist as
you ever were?"
"Well, I like to think so," I said modestly. "Girls
don't complain ..."
"That sounds just what I need. To keep me going till
Mr Otani gets back and really, _really_ ..."
"I shall be delighted to be of service to Mrs Otani."
One of the Filipinas helped me find my clothes while
Megumi went in search of a coat to cover her nudity
for the short journey back to Akasaka. As we were
leaving she stopped and kissed me.
"I promise to scream and beg for mercy," she
whispered. "If that will stimulate you to be even more
wonderfully cruel to me."
"It will. I'm looking forward to this."
"So am I, darling. Oh, _so_ much!"
FOOTNOTES
[28] This is the commonest sex-dream of young Japanese
girls and a constant subject of the pornographic
cartoon magazines and websites marketed primarily for
them.
[29] _Hea-nudo_, literally "hair-nude", is a
photograph or video showing a girl's pubic hair. For
some inscrutable reason this has for long been the
sole target of Japanese censorship: you can show the
most graphic and extreme sexual activity so long as
the girl's cunt is hidden behind a "mosaic" as it is
called. The battle to show girls in all their natural
beauty in still shots has been won, but doing it in
videos is still controversial. The "mosaic" has got
thinner and thinner, and sometimes a studio is able to
dispense with it altogether, but there is still some
way to go.
[Next in Part 16: Rules for Girls]
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