Erotica, Series
The Leatherbound Diaries, Part 18
Kimchi and Kinky: During her fucking spree, Cathy gets a taste of an exquisite Korean Shibari-model
Her breath was warm and tingling in my nostrils. Our faces were close enough for me to still smell the homemade kimchi she’d brought and which we’d shared earlier. I’d pushed her against the wall of my kitchen, and slid her floral blouse off her shoulders to bare her splendid boobs. The top hung loosely, hooked on her elbows as I put the clamps on her. Two whimpers escaped her as each nipple was pinched. I dropped the chain onto her stomach, and the cold metal made her abs contract. I inhaled her arousal as my hand caressed her smooth tummy. She wanted to kiss me, but I didn’t let her. I raised my other hand to grab her by the hair and pull her head back. I loved watching her beautiful face, going through emotive expressions, while becoming hypersensitive to my touch. My thumb hooked on the chain and I softly pulled. The more she whimpered, the more beautiful she became.
The first time Areum entered Paul Kruger’s photo studio, she’d mesmerised us all. I’d seen her stunning portfolio but, in the flesh, she was more than a gorgeous model. Her radiance turned everyone present into moths fluttering around a flame. That first time in the studio, I had obviously noticed how she kept ogling me, but I’d been too busy and, to be honest, too intimidated to respond. But last week, when she was one of just two models for an outdoor Shibari-shoot, I was prepared to counter her cheeky stares. As I stood next to her with a reflector, I whispered I loved her boobs. They were bare and bathing in the sunlight that I reflected on her. She blushed.
For the photo-shoot, they rigged Areum with ladder ropework like a harness on her upper body but exposing and emphasising her breasts. The lower knot of the ladder pressed against her pelvis and the rope threaded between her labia and bum cheeks to her back. Her arms and hands were bound together and for a while she was suspended on a tree branch. Paul shot as many photos as he could until Areum couldn’t withstand the suspension any longer and the rigger carefully took her down. But the sight of her hanging there was amazingly beautiful and strong, and we applauded her in the end.
Back in the studio van that was used as a dressing room, Areum asked me instead of the make-up artist to help her put arnica cream on her back. As I massaged her with the ointment, I boldly said that I wanted to meet her outside of work. She nodded and touched my hand to confirm she wanted this too.
‘You can have me taste some of that kimchi you make,’ I said. She’d told us about her habit of making her own, as she found it difficult to find any in Berlin that pleased her Korean palate.
I still smelled the sour cabbage on her breath as she moaned in my face when I let the chain connecting the nipple clamps go and lowered my hand to cup her pussy. The cotton of her undies was warm and wet and my touch made her quiver. I crouched and hooked my fingers behind the elastic of her knickers to pull them down. She stepped out of them and spread her legs. It was tempting to go down on her. But what I wanted was to watch this beautiful woman come. So, I stood up and whispered in her ear.
‘If you want to come, don’t move and let me.’
I kissed her in the neck and smiled as goosebumps instantly covered her caramel skin.
‘You taste sweeter than your kimchi,’ I joked and she giggled.
Looking into her hazel coloured eyes made me swoon and the urge to kiss her pretty lips was almost irresistible. But I wasn’t about to give in and I stuck to my plan. I firmly took another fistful of her black hair, pulled and looked into those incredible eyes again. Her gaze changed from sweet to sultry. Yes, exactly what I needed to see. She placed the palms of her hands flat against the wall and arched her back. Her breathing became deeper even without me touching her any further. This panting in anticipation of what I could do next made me horny as hell. But it wasn’t my turn yet.
Still holding her upright by her hair, I moved my other hand over her neck and squeezed. It alerted her and she held her breath but there was no sign of protest in her eyes. I moved down between her breasts and picked up the clamp chain. She looked down at my index finger hooking the metal. I slowly pulled and we both stared at her nipples being stretched. She muttered ‘aigu’ and I loosened the rein. But she nodded and smiled and I tugged the chain again. She bucked her hips, and with a pleading ‘please’ emphasised her desire for me to touch her pussy. I put the chain between my teeth and slid two fingers over her wet cunt. Her lips were wantonly swollen as was her clit. I massaged them and tried out a variation of pressures while closely observing her gorgeous face. Areum closed her eyes and gasped with every one of my strokes over her desperate pussy. With my tongue hooked on the chain I tugged the clamps in the same rhythm. I didn’t need to accelerate or rub her more forcefully. I could see her orgasm building and as her legs began shaking, I slid two fingers inside her cunt but held my thumb on her clit. I massaged her g-spot which soon took her over the edge.
I sensed her knees were giving in and I let go of her hair to hold her by the neck and helped ease her down to the floor. I gently removed my fingers from her and as she shivered and moaned, I removed the clamps and put my mouth on her breast. I soothed her nipples one by one with my tongue. She breathed heavily and let out little murmurs of pleasure in the afterglow of her orgasm. I watched her stretch and smile.
I was mesmerised and couldn’t believe the most exquisite woman I’d ever seen lay naked on my kitchen floor, happily satiated. All I could think of was to undress and stand over her. She licked her lips and broadly smiled as she watched me fingering myself. I’d masturbated over her portfolio, but seeing her like this in the flesh was ten times better. She had that cheeky gaze again and god, did I rub hard over my clit to come as quickly as I could. As I stood shuddering, with cum dripping from my fingers, she pulled herself up and embraced me. We held on to each other until my orgasm subsided, and only then did we kiss. The taste of kimchi was still there in our mouths: we were sweet and sour.
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