1 comments/ 8096 views/ 5 favorites My Life with Marin Ch. 01 By: MustangKathi Please note that what follows includes depictions of activities from an extreme Japanese fetish film, specifically a vomit scene. If this doesn't sound good to you, you might want to read a different story. *** Peter dropped me off at the porn studio near Little Tokyo. He was on the way to the Getty Museum to check out some art for the afternoon. We'd meet up later at the hotel and go out for a final dinner. Our LA vacation was coming to an end, and we'd be flying back to New York the next morning. I was meeting with Marin Izumi, a director and producer of hardcore Japanese fetish films. None of them were released in the US, as Japanese obscenity laws required genitals to be pixelated, which didn't play well over here. 
This is all just a long way to saw that I'd shot with her the day before. (See my story American Whore.) She'd invited me back today to look at a rough cut of some of the scenes. She wanted to me to shoot with her again, but I didn't have the time. I also had a crush on her. She was very cute, with a strong, forceful personality. I wanted to see her one more time before heading back to New York. I took the elevator up to the studio and walked in. The pixie-ish receptionist led me to back to where Marin and her team were working in front of a large monitor. I note that the receptionist had spat in my mouth the day before, and I had swallowed it. In fact, everyone in the office had spat on me. Marin worked on very extreme films. They were working on my gero scene, which involved being throat-fucked so hard I vomited. Repeatedly. But I had a Hitachi strapped to my clit, so I ending up cumming, too. It was a filthy, degrading scene. Marin loved it. Marin was discussing with the editor (another woman!) how to edit part of the scene. The two cameramen sat behind them, watching them work. I didn't understand what they were saying — they were speaking in Japanese — so I just watched the video. I was nude and kneeling on the grounds. I was tied to a thick wooden post, and my arms were tied behind me in strappado. I'd already been face-fucked by one guy, and had thrown up all over myself. Now a second guy was working over my face, and I was vomiting with his cock still down my throat. Marin was gesticulating at the screen and speaking with her editor. "Can I ask what you're saying?" I asked. Marin turned around to look at me, while her editor made changes to the video. "This a key part of the scene, and I want to make sure we get it right," she said. "There's a moment when you vomit, but the cock in your mouth blocks its flow. So vomit comes out of the sides of your mouth, around the cock. It comes out quite forcefully. Your eyes bulge and water. Then the cock comes out, but there's still a lot of vomit in your mouth. You swallow it, and then there's this wonderful look on your face. You realize you're eating your own vomit. You look humiliated." Marin was very serous about her porn. I respected that, I think. Marin continued to give notes as we watched the rest of the scene. They saw me degrade myself, and cum doing so. The scene ended, and Marin said it was time for lunch. I wasn't sure I could eat. She wanted to take me to a noodle shop a couple of blocks from the studio. When we got downstairs, she put her arm around me and we walked down the street together. "So are you going to let me shoot you again?" she asked. "Have you had time to think?" "About that. I can't. I'm leaving for New York tomorrow," I said. "I think my porn career is drawing to a close." "Is it your boyfriend?" she asked. "Who? Peter?" I said. "He's not my boyfriend. We're more like fuck buddies. I mean, he's a great guy, but we're not romantically involved." "Girlfriend?" "None," I said. "Just living in the moment, I guess." "Hmmm," she said. We'd arrived at the noodle shop. We sat down, and Marin ordered for the two of us. "So how did you get into porn?" I asked. "Well, I always liked sex, and I loved being naked," she said. "I grew up outside Kagoshima, a city on the island of Kyushu. It's pretty much the southern most point of Japan, so it's very warm. That gave us a lot of opportunities for swimming naked, which I love. And I loved how the boys would look at me, and the girls, too. I just hated having to put on my clothes again." I knew the feeling. "Anyways, in the fall of my senior year of high school, my class made a trip to Tokyo. I was walking around Akihabara when I was approached by this man. He said I was very cute and he asked if he could pay me to 'model' for him. Then I told him he I wasn't going to be eighteen for another month, and he gave me his card instead. He said to contact him if I wanted to model then." "I thought about his offer a lot, and I decided to do it. So on my eighteenth birthday, the very first thing I did that morning was email him and ask if he was still interested in taking photos of me. He emailed me back with his phone number, and I called him during lunch." "Looking back on it, it was kind of crazy. I was at school, but I was talking to a stranger about taking my clothes off for money. Then he asked if would consider being naked in a movie, and I said yes. And then he asked if I would have sex in the movie, and I told him yes again." "He made plans for me to come to Tokyo that week-end. I told my parents that some friends and I were going to stay at a friend's house in the country, but instead I went to the airport and flew to Tokyo. The man met me at the airport and took me to a hotel. He started taking photos of me with my clothes on, and then he asked me to take my clothes off." "I was so excited I nearly ripped my clothes off. I loved standing in front of him naked! I loved how he inspected my body. I loved that he found me attractive." "Then he had me pose for him on the bed. He told me to squeeze my breasts, to spread my pussy lips. I loved that, too. I loved obeying his instructions, his sexual orders." "Then he told me to get in the shower and turn it on. He took more photos, and then he asked me to masturbate. I'd never done that for anyone before, not even my boyfriends. But I made myself cum as he took pictures of me. And I loved that, too." "It took less than an hour, and I made about $200." Our noodles arrived. "Then he took me to a gym where they were going to shoot the video. There were eleven other girls there, all very young. We were supposed to be a girl's volleyball team, and we'd just gotten new coaches. We played some volleyball, and were told to be awful." "Then the coaches told us we would play better if we took off out tops. So we all removed our shirts, and we started playing better. Then they said we'd play even better if we were completely nude! So we took off our shorts as well, and we played real well." Marin ate some noodles. "Japanese porn is like that. Sometimes its very hard, very violent. And sometimes it's silly and sweet." She ate some more. "So, since we were playing so much better, we needed to thank our coaches. Six girls were assigned to one coach, and were told to give him a hand job. I was assigned to the group that gave another coach a blow job. And, at the end, all twelve us fucked the head coach." "All twelve?" I asked. "Yup," she said. "Another thing that's popular in Japanese porn. The male actor lies on his back, and a bunch of girls ride him until they cum. The scene is shot in POV. And then they all suck and jerk him off, and fight to get a taste of his cum." "I did another movie the next morning. Six girls, I think, and we all had to wear glasses. And when the guys came, they came on the glasses and we licked it up." "I flew back to Kagoshima that afternoon. I had about $1200 in my pocket, which was more than my father made in a week. And I got to have a bunch of orgasms to boot!" "I was hooked. I made monthly trips to Tokyo for the rest of the school year, shooting porn, I saved my money, because I knew that's where I wanted to live after I graduated. And I was having fun." "The first video came out in February, and in March someone in my school got a copy. So now everyone in my high school knew I was shooting porn. Boys were coming up to me in the hallway and complimenting me and asking if they could take my picture." "I started to make money on the side. I'd masturbate for boys, and they'd jerk off in front of me. I charged about $50, which was a lot for a high school boy. But the best part was when it warmed up and we could go skinny-dipping again. I felt like every eye was on me then. And I loved it." "Of course, my parents found out about the videos and talked to me. And I told them of my plans to move to Tokyo. They weren't happy, but they understood. So the week after my graduation, I moved to Tokyo and started working in porn full-time." "That's my story," she said. "How'd you get into porn?' "Um," I said "Err .... This was my first." "What?" "I did one other porn video, just for fun," I said. "It's never gonna be released. But my first real porn — the first one I got paid for — was for you." "That was your first scene?" "Yes." "Wow," she said. "I didn't know." She touched my hand. "You really are good," she said. I turned my hand over, and we held hands. We said nothing for a minute — we just looked at each other. "Don't go back to New York," she said. "Not yet. Stay with me, as long as you want. If you want to do more porn — and I really think you should — we'll do it. If you don't, we won't. But stay with me. I'm not done with you yet." She picked up my hand and kissed it. I was reeling. I thought I'd had a nice lunch with a cute girl, and that would be it. But now Marin was asking me to stay and ... be her girlfriend? I liked her — I had a crush on her — but could I date a porn star? I knew I'd end up making more movies with her, and that would make me a porn star, too. Not some girl who did a simple one-off to see how far I could go. This would be a career change, a life change. "This is sudden," I said. "I know," she said. "I need to think about this," I said. "I understand." We finished our lunch and walked outside. She put her arms around me. "I'll respect your decision, whatever it is," Marin said. "But I think you're extraordinary, and I think we would be extraordinary together. There. I said it." "I really like you, Marin," I said. "But this is happening so fast." "Call me later," she said. "Let me know what you decide." We kissed. "I will," I said. I took a cab back to Venice. Peter wasn't back yet, so I headed off to the beach to get my head together. When I got back to the hotel, Peter was there. We talked. Peter and I were never boyfriend and girlfriend. And we were cool with fucking other people. But the relationship I'd had with him was among the most intimate of my life. But I thought that what I felt for Marin was real. This was a girl I could fall in love with — that I was falling in love. And what did it matter if she directed porn movies? I'd masturbated to hundreds of pornos, maybe more. And if my parents wouldn't know, and if I could support myself, then why not do something I really loved — have sex? "You should stay," said Peter. He knew. "I want us to have a farewell," I said. "And I want Marin to be a part of it." I called Marin. "It's Kathi," I said. "I want to be with you tonight, and I want Peter to be there, too. I want to do this the right way." We packed our bags and checked out of the hotel. We drove to Marin's place, an apartment in a new building in Hollywood. She met us at the door wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I went in first, and hugged her. Then Peter came in, and Marin hugged him, too. "I'm glad you're here," she told him. We dropped our bags and stood in Marin's living room. Without speaking, she removed her clothes. We did the same. She reached out and took our hands in hers. I took Peter's hand in mine. Still, no one spoke. "You should kiss," said Peter. So we did. Then Marin broke off our embrace, and led Peter and me by the hand to her bed. She put me in the center, with Peter and her on either side. We kissed some more, and then I reached behind me to grab Peter's cock. Not to stroke it, but to hold it, and feel its warmth. Then Marin moved kissed down my body to my pussy. She got off the bed and repositioned herself between my legs. She ate my pussy and fingered me as Peter and I kissed. I put my arms around him, and I came. Marin and I switched positions and she got down on the bed. She kissed Peter. I spread her labia and began nibbling on her clit, looking up from time to time to watch Marin and Peter make out. Marin grabbed his cock and stroked it. They were having fun. I liked that. I fingered her, and she came in Peter's arms. It was Peter's turn for some head, but Marin wrestled him on top of her.
 "Please fuck me," she said. "Fuck me now." I crawled up on the bed, and watched my old lover fuck my new lover. I played with myself, enjoying the show. Peter pounded away at her and I saw her cum. Peter was close to cumming, too. Marin scooted up and made room for me on the bed. I reclined onto her chest, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I spread my legs, and Peter entered me. He leaned down and kissed me, and then he kissed Marin. I felt good. I came, and so did Peter, all over my breasts. Marin fed me some, fed Peter some and ate some herself. It was like some kind of sacrament. I slept wonderfully that night, nestled in between Marin and Peter. When morning came, Peter hit the shower and Marin made him some coffee for his drive to the airport. "Thank you for everything," I told him. "I'm so glad I met you." "Thank you," he said, hugging me. "Send me copies of your movies, so you can continue to make me cum." "I will. And I don't think we're done fucking forever. I think we'll hook up in the future." "I hope so." I gave Peter a kiss, and he left. Marin and I got ready for work. I told her that if I was going to stay with her, I wanted to help out as a production assistant or something like that. So when we got to the studio, I decided I'd put my experience selling sex toys to work by organizing their prop department. Which was entirely stupid. All the toys were in wicker baskets by type — wand vibrators, bullet vibes. small, medium, large and huge dildos. Double-headed dildos. Butt plugs Nipple clamps. Handcuffs. Ankle cuffs. Bondage tape. Plus all the hemp rope. 
And everything was immaculate. So instead, I found a spare computer and cruised the web. My life as a porn star was not taking a glamorous turn. After lunch, though, the female talent showed up for her scene. It was going to be interracial, with this tiny little Japanese girl — not even five feet tall — would be facing off against two black cocks. And not only was she tiny — she looked very young. No ass, tiny breasts. Only a slight curve to her hips suggested she was a woman. "How old is the girl?" I asked Marin. "Uta? She turns 19 in a couple of months, I think." "She looks so young." "She's a Lolita star — a girl who looks very, very young," said Marin. "It's a a huge fetish in Japan." "Has she had much sex?" "Some, but mostly since she entered the industry. She's learning fast."
 "Has she ever fucked a black guy?" "She's only fucked Japanese guys, so no. She's in for a surprise. Wait 'til you see the male talent." Uta showered — there's an open shower room against one wall of the studio — and headed off to hair and makeup. Then the black guys arrived — Joshua and Rico. An impromptu divider was set up around Uta so she wouldn't she them naked until the filming started. And I saw why when then showered. Flaccid, they were bigger than Peter was hard. And while I suspected they wouldn't get that much bigger when erect, they were still some big fucking dicks. "Is she going to do anal?" I asked. "No, no, no," said Marin. "She's never done anal in her life. Vaginal sex will be tough enough for her." The guys toweled off and Marin led them to the set. It was simple — just a large futon behind which hung a sheet. Behind the sheet were lights, and the idea was that Uta's first look at the cocks would be in silhouette on the sheet. Marin waived me over. "This is Kathi, my girlfriend," she said. "She can help you get hard.' "Excuse me?" I said. "They need to be hard for the opening scene, so blow them." She walked over to me and grabbed my hair. "Whenever I tell you to put a cock in your mouth, you do it. Understand?" This was Marin's domme-side coming through. She could be sweet or mean, and I liked that. "Yes," I mumbled. "Open your mouth." I did, and she spat in it. I swallowed. "I'm sorry," I said. "It won't happen again." And she let go of my hair. I walked over to Rico and Joshua. "My name is Kathi, and my girlfriend would like me to suck your cocks. Would you like me to take my clothes off first?" They didn't saw anything. They just started ripping my clothes off. My t-shirt came off, then my shorts. They fumbled with my bra, but soon it fell to the floor. I reached for my panties, but they beat me to the punch. I stepped out of them, once again gloriously nude. I kissed Rico, then Joshua, and then sank to my knees. I had to work to do. I put Rico's cock in my mouth, then Joshua's. I just wanted to get them wet, and get a sense of how big their cocks really were. They weren't hard yet, but they already filled my mouth. Then I started in on Rico in earnest. I nuzzled his ball sac, licking it with my tongue. Then I licked up the underside of the shaft, lingering on the sensitive spot right before the head. I moved onto the head, and tongue-fucked his urethra. I felt his cock begin to swell. Then I repeated my actions on Joshua's cock, but I kept a hand on Rico's. I needed it be hard. I looked up at Joshua, then at Rico. "Do you like what I look like with a cock in my mouth?" "Shit, yes," said Rico. "You look like a girl who loves some cock." "I do love cock," I said. "Would you like to gag me with yours?" "I love it when girls gag," said Joshua. He was nearly full hard by this time. When I put his cock back in mouth, I realized I was going to have a problem. I'd become proficient at deep-throating, but it now felt like I was putting a Coke can in my mouth. I took it out to get a better look. It was huge. It was at least two inches bigger than Peter's maybe three. That would make it nine or ten inches long. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. When I worked at Babeland, the largest dildo we sold, the Outlaw, was 8.5" by 2", and it felt huge. To be honest, I wasn't much of a fan — it was just too big. And now I was staring at something even bigger. I put Joshua's cock back in my mouth and guided it to my throat. I wanted to hit my gag reflex and cough up some thick saliva to use as lube. When I gagged, Joshua smiled at me and put his hands on my head. He took three short strokes with his cock, and then tried to force it into my throat. I opened my throat as far as it would go, but I couldn't get all the head in. I convulsed, and Joshua let me come up for air. Saliva fell out of my mouth, landing on my tits and legs. I was getting messy now. I looked up at Joshua, and he had a glint of evil in his eyes. "Back down, baby girl," he said. "You ain't even halfway there yet." I opened my mouth, and the cock went in. Five short strokes, and Joshua pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I opened my throat, and the head went in. But I couldn't get it any further in. I felt there was a log in my throat. I panicked, and put my hands on Joshua's — I wanted him off. My Life with Marin Ch. 01 But he was much bigger and stronger than me, and he held my head on his cock. "Relax and breathe," he said. "You'll get it." I tried to regain my composure, but it was hard. I was pretty much choking at this point, but it helped to breathe. I tried to open my throat further, but it wouldn't go. Joshua's grip on my head tightened, and he forced his cock further into me. I opened my eyes to see how much further there was to go. I couldn't see, though, as my eyes had filled with tears. I blinked several times to clear them. Fuck, there were still two inches of cock ahead of me. I put my hands on Joshua's and pushed my head further onto his cock. I opened my eyes. One inch left. And he pulled out. I crumbled to the floor. "Pretty damn good for the first time," he said. "How much did I take?" I asked. "Almost nine inches," he said. "You're ten inches?" "A little over, but yeah." "Jesus Christ!" "Come on," said Rico. "Mine will be easy. I'm only nine and a half." Rico took Joshua's place, and I got back on my knees. This time, I took Rico's hands and put them on my head. Then I put my arms behind my back like a good little slut. Rico put his cock in my mouth and began fucking it slowly. A few regular strokes, then a few deeper strokes. But it was constant. I was able to get most of the head in my throat, but my jaw beginning to hurt. Rico did a few more deep thrusts and pushed my head down onto his cock. It was going down my throat, but slowly. I remembered to breathe. I convulsed a few times, but he kept my head in place. I felt his cock slide further down, and then my nose touched his belly. I'd done it. I'd deep-throated nine and a half inches of cock. But Rico wouldn't let me go. I pounded the floor with my fists, then tried to push him off of me. He held me firm. I breathed through my nose and tried to remain calm. But my fucking throat was engorged with cock, and I was about to lose it. I felt two fingers pinch my nose. Now I couldn't breathe at all. "Ten, nine, eight," said a voice. It was Marin, and apparently she thought it would be fun to introduce some breath play into my fluffing. "Seven, six, five, four," she said. I tried to remain calm, but I was spent. "Three, two, one." The hands came off my head and nose, and I collapsed on the floor. I coughed, spewing out long plumes of spit. "Nice job, Kathi," said Marin, patting my head. "We can start the scene now." I coughed some more and stood up. I stumbled off the set, forgetting to take my clothes with me. So I joined the rest of the office as they grouped around the set. Uta, blindfolded, was brought over and sat down on the large futon. One of the other production assistants handed me a towel so I could clean myself up. She offered me a robe, but I declined. Who knows — Marin might make me suck somebody else's cock. Rico and Joshua stood behind the screen, and the back illumination was turned on. Ahead of me was their silhouettes, including the silhouettes of their massive cocks. The cameramen started shooting. Uta removed her blindfold, and gasped. She had never seen cocks like these before. I think she was amazed. Her look quickly turned to horror when she she realized that those cocks were meant to go inside her body. Rico and Joshua walked around the screen and stood next to where Uta was sitting on the couch. She reached out to touch their cocks — they were nearly as thick as her forearm! She nuzzled their balls and tentatively licked their shafts, steeling herself for the inevitable. Finally, she opened her mouth and took Rico's cock inside. She got the head in and about another two inches before she gagged. Then she stopped and closed her eyes. Rico put his hands on her and started to fuck her face. First came the spit, then the tears. Rico never let up though, even when she tried to push him away. Joshua just pinned her arms behind her back, and Rico pounded away. He was having some success. Uta's throat had opened, and Rico had forced another inch or so of his cock into her mouth. Finally, he pulled his cock out, leaving Uta gasping. Rico took Joshua's place and held her arms. She saw Joshua's cock — a little longer but definitively thicker — and shook her head. She said something in Japanese and started to cry. Joshua reached down between her legs and fingered her. Now her sobbing was mixed with moaning. She was twisting her body in a way that said she getting turned on, even while she was breaking down. She came with a shudder, and resumed her crying. Joshua placed the head of his cock against her lips and waited for her to stop. Finally, Uta opened her mouth and Joshua put just the head in. It nearly filled her mouth. He pushed forward with his cock, and her head went back into Rico's chest. And he kept pushing. Uta made some gurgley gagging noises, and Joshua was in her throat. The girl was trying. I'll give her that. Joshua got her to take about half his cock. But she really seemed at her limits. Joshua pulled out, and Uta fell on the ground. Rico arranged her on the futon and began eating her out. She had yet to catch her breath, but Rico was going to force another orgasm out of her. After she came, Rico put the head of his cock against her pussy and started pushing slowly. A grimace of pain appeared on her face. He pushed all the way in, and her hands flew to his chest, pushing him away. Joshua came over and grabbed her arms, pinning them to the futon. Rico did long, slow strokes at first — he wasn't trying to break her. But he found a good rhythm, and she started moaning. I think it was pleasure, but I wasn't sure. Then Rico started pounding her, and it sounded more like pain. There was pleasure mixed in, and she came again. But really sounded like she was getting hurt. Rico pulled out and dropped a load on her face. Then Joshua got into position. Uta was having none of it now. Rico had her arms, but she was kicking at Joshua, trying to keep his cock away from her pussy. Marin came over to me. "We'll need to pin her legs down," she said. I wasn't so sure about this. Even though Marin — my girlfriend! — was the director, this was close to rape. Marin was stripping out of her clothes. "Kathi! Let's go." For reasons I don't quite understand, I obeyed. Marin and I walked onto the set and each grabbed a leg. Uta was screaming now. Joshua got into position. He spat on her pussy, trying to provide some form of lubrication. He squeezed the head of his cock into her tiny pussy, and started fucking. Uta was really yelling now. I looked at Marin and she was smiling. This is what she wanted for this scene. Uta's face was red and contorted in pain. Then, suddenly, she went limp. She was broken. Rico and Joshua and stretched out her pussy. I mean, if you've been fisted, you could take any size cock. But fisting takes a lot of preparation and a lot of lube. Her pussy could take the cock now, but the journey had been painful. Uta moaned and raised her head. Her mouth opened, and drool came out. I sensed her trying to raise her legs, but we kept them on the ground. Her eyes rolled back and she started cumming. Hard. She deserved this. She had paid a high price for these orgasms. She rubbed her clit and came some more. Joshua pulled out and came on her face. Marin touched my arm and all of us left the set. The cameras kept rolling though, focusing on Uta's spent body, lying on the futon. Finally, Marin ended the scene. I grabbed a towel and wiped down Uta's face. I tried to get her to sit up, but she was too far gone. I laid her back down. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower. By the time I got back, Uta was sitting up and drinking water. "What did you think of the scene?" It was Marin. "I think I may have helped a girl get raped today," I said. "Close," said Marin. "She had a safe word, and I would have stopped. And I told her in advance there would be pain, a lot if it." "So she's OK?" I asked. "No, she's kind of banged up. She'll be sore for at least a couple of days. Which means .... Fuck! She supposed to shoot for me next Tuesday. I guess I'll have to reschedule ...." She stopped speaking. She held my hand. "Are you ready for your next scene?" she asked. "Does it involve me being raped?" "Only a little," she said, kissing me. My Life with Marin Ch. 02 "Don't put on underwear today." That was Marin, my new girlfriend. The extreme Japanese porn director. "Why not?" I said, toweling off after my shower. I had shot my first real porn movie with her earlier in the week. We hit it off really well, and I'd decided to stay in LA for a while. I'd also come to terms that I was going to shoot more porn with her and that — in Japan — I could well become a porn star. For me, it was the perfect set up. I could indulge my increasingly twisted sexual desires and exhibitionist tendencies without having to explain myself to my parents. Japanese porn movies aren't easily available in America, so in America I'd just be Kathi, a Korean-American girl from Queens and erstwhile punk rocker. "I need to take photos of you for the studio," she said. "You'll be flashing a lot today." This was a nice way to wake up. I hadn't even had my coffee, and my girlfriend tells me I'll be exposing myself to strangers! This job did have its perks. I got dressed — t-shirt and shorts — and threw on a hoodie. It was early Saturday morning, and it was only about sixty degrees. We grabbed some coffee to go, threw a couple bikinis and some towels in a bag for some beach time later, and headed off. We drove downtown, which is pretty much empty on the week-ends. We parked the car on the street and I threw my hoodie in the back. I would be cold, but I needed to be able to get naked quickly. "OK," said Marin, "let's see some tits." I raised my shirt and my tits popped out. Marin took a couple of pics, and I covered them up again. "And some pussy, please." I pushed my shorts down to my knees, and smiled. There were a couple of people across the street, but I didn't think any of them could see me. "And the ass." I turned around and bent over. Then I pulled my shorts back up. This was fun, in an innocent kind of way. And the crisp air felt good on my skin. We hit a few more sites before heading off to El Segundo. There was a large industrial section there, and Marin said I'd be able to get completely naked there safely. And she was right. We parked the car on a back street which had no traffic. I took my shirt and shorts off in the car. I stepped out, nude once again. I started to walk down the street. Marin ran ahead of me to take pictures. Every so often, I'd stop, bend down and spread my pussy lips. The majority of the photos Marin was taking were soft-core, and I wanted to do something racier. Mostly I just enjoyed walking through Los Angeles without clothes. We were a couple hundred yards from the car when we saw a small pick-up truck drive towards us. It was too far to run back to the car (plus I was wearing flip-flops) and there was no place to hide. So whoever was in that truck would get a good eyeful of me. I liked that idea, and I liked it more when the truck slowed down. I liked it best when it stopped. It was a security guard from on the plants nearby. "Can I ask what you're doing out here?" he asked. "Just taking photos," said Marin. "Thought the industrial scenery out here was kind of cool." "For some art project?" he asked. "No," said Marin. "I'm a pornographer, and this is my girlfriend Kathi. She just started shooting for me. The studio needs nude photos of her to help market her movies." The security guard looked at me. "You're a porn star?" he asked. "And you're her girlfriend?" "Hoping to be a porn star," I said, "but right." "Her next scene is this Tuesday," said Marin. "Four guys." The security guard shook his head. "Mind if I take a photo?" he asked. "Not at all," I said. Marin came over and put her arm around me. Then we kissed. Then she licked my nipples. This was fun, and it was turning me on. I knew I was giving pleasure to this stranger through my body. Maybe he'd jerk off to me later! Maybe he'd go back to work, find an empty toilet and grind one out — no lube — because of what he'd seen. I was hoping I was that hot. We walked back to the car and I got dressed. Next stop was Marina del Rey. We walked the slips until we found a boat with some guys on it. "I'd like to ask for your help," said Marin. "I'm taking some photos of my girlfriend, and I was hoping you'd let her come aboard." "Please," I said, with a big smile. "Why not," said one of them. I climbed aboard and put my arms around the guys. "Say 'cheese'," said Marin. And we all smiled. "OK, Kathi, you can get nude now," said Marin. Before they could say anything, I'd ripped off my shirt and stepped out of my shorts. "Hope you don't mind, guys," I said, putting my arms back around them. Marin snapped away. I felt two hands on my naked back, one of which was slowly advancing to my ass. "You can touch me, guys. Don't be shy." The hands descended to my butt. I was getting groped now, and I loved it. I turned around so Marin could get some photos of my ass being molested, but then I felt hands on my breasts. I turned back around, and I felt a tongue caressing nipple. One hand descended to my pussy. I had a decision to make, and I had to make it quickly. If I let these guys finger me, I knew I wouldn't stop until I came. And I was out in a marina, in plain view of the pier. The mouth that been on my breast now came up to my face. Instinctively, I opened my mouth to receive his tongue. I felt a finger go in my pussy. Now two. The decision had been made for me. I heard Marin say "fuck yeah" as she snapped away. I spread my legs to give my molester better access to my hole. My kisser went back to my tits. I found Marin and made eye contact with her. I looked straight at her as I came. "Thanks, guys," I said, throwing on my shirt and shorts. "That's what I needed." I hopped off the boat, and Marin and I trotted away. Since we were close, we decided to head over to Venice Beach. We changed in the parking lot. I was hoping we'd find a car full of guys to change next to, but no such luck. No one saw me get into my bikini. We found a spot near the water line and plunked down. We chatted and soaked up the sun until we got too hot. Then we hit the water for a cooling dip. We made out a little bit, but not too much. "I'm thinking about one more series of pix," said Marin. "Give me your bikini." I undid the strings and handed my bikini to her. It felt good to be nude again, even underwater! Marin ran back to the beach and got her camera. Then she waved me in. I dipped my head under the water to slick my hair back and slowly stood up. No could tell I wasn't wearing a bathing suit for the first few steps. But soon my tits were above the water line, and I felt eyes focusing no me. I kept walking slowly towards the beach. I felt my hips break the water line, and then my pussy was in plain view. I wanted to look around to see who was watching me, but I kept looking straight at the camera. I was smiling. When I got up to Marin, she was smiling, too. I held out my hand for my bikini. She just shook her head no and pointed at the towel. So I wrapped the towel around me. Marin grabbed our things and we started to walk back to the car. I wanted to drop my towel and expose myself to the entire beach, but I didn't want to impose on anybody. But I saw bars and pot stores ahead of me, the kind of places that might not mind a nude girl in their midst. I'd walk in, try to find a some guys or cool girls, and ask if I could drop my towel. Then I'd expose myself while Marin snapped away. Occasionally, people would ask me what this was about and I'd tell them they were promotional pictures for some Japanese porn movies I was going to be in. Sometimes — the guys, usually — would ask to take my picture, and I would always say yes. By the time we got back to the car, I was very turned on again. Even though I had not been terribly sexual, the simple act of being seen in the nude was incredibly arousing. I opened the car door and got in. Immediately, I removed my towel. It felt kind of weird riding back to Marin's place in the nude. I saw all these people in cars, and thought how sad they looked in their clothes. They couldn't be nude like me. I began to play with myself. "Hold on," said Marin, reaching for her bag. "Use this." It was a pocket rocket. "You always go out with one of these?" I asked. "Don't you?" she responded. She had a point. I turned on the vibe and started to masturbate. I thought about those people in their cars. I was so close to them, but none of them knew the pleasure I was giving myself. I masturbated all the way home. I'd cum, catch me breath for a minute, and start in again. I had too much sexual energy. I needed to release it all. When we got to Marin's apartment, I covered myself with the towel. But whenever I could, I slid that pocket rocket down to my clit. I thought I might be able to jerk myself off in the elevator, but there wasn't enough time. Marin opened the door and I ran into the bedroom, dropping my towel on the way. I got on the bed in doggie position. Marin knew what to do. She strapped on and fucked me hard. There was nothing pretty about it. There was face slapping, hair-pulling — a lot of hair-pulling — spanking, nipple-pinching, but I needed this. I needed to be dominated. I needed to be fucked and abused. Marin was happy to oblige. She got me off good. The next day, I was back to normal. I think. Marin was happy with the photos, and we'd had the best sex of our very young relationship. "What do you think of this?" asked Marin. "It's some text to accompany the photos when they go up on our web site. "Kathi Choi is an American whore. She cannot be satisfied sexually. This has pushed her to the world of Japanese adult video, where she will soon be a star. But if also fills her personal life. She is unable to keep her clothes on, even when it is wrong or illegal to be without them." "No public place is save from Kathi. Her burning need to expose herself respects no boundaries. If you ever meet Kathi, you should tell her to take off her clothes. She will do so immediately. For those who have not met her, we present photographs of this whore in action." "Hmm," I said. "Sounds about right to me." Marin smiled.