My Life With Marin Ch 01

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.

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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.