I held Billie’s nipple in between my finger and thumb. I was looking straight into her beautiful eyes, and I could see pleasure and want reflected there. I squeezed hard and twisted it violently.

“Oh, God, more Jamie, please.”

I grabbed her other nipple and did the same. She moaned out loud, putting her head back.

I used to be afraid of hurting her, but that was before I found out what a high pain threshold she had. Even so, I wanted to be careful, there is a fine line between giving pleasure and being sadistic. I knew she got turned on by the intense pain of having her nipples twisted like this, but once she had thrown her head back in that way, I knew it was time to back off. I took my hands away and gently kissed first one nipple then the other. They were both rock hard. I used the tip of my tongue to circle around her areolae and nipples. She held onto my head, pushing me into her breasts, saying.

“I’m glad you have paid attention to my lessons.”

I pulled away and laughed.

“Do you think we should invite the last interviewee in now, Billie?”

“You have to spoil my fun. OK then, let's wheel the dumb bitch in, but I am as horny as hell, so let’s get rid of her quick, so we can have some fun.”

She zipped herself back into the tight black top she was wearing, a garment which accentuated her ample bosom. She gave me a peck on the cheek and took her seat.

She had a black leather skirt on, which was complemented by black fishnet tights. Finishing off this erotic ensemble was a pair of killer red stilettos. This had to be one of my favourite looks on her.

I went to the door, poked my head out and saw one girl sat there.

“Next please.”

But before we move on, let me tell you about Billie.

She is intelligent, funny, a great businesswoman and one truly erotic woman. We are business partners, part-time lovers and good friends. Billie can be patient, demanding, submissive, teasing, domineering, loving, gentle and very naughty, all in one session. She tires me out, but I never tire of her. I hoped I managed to give as good as I get and, to be honest, I have had no complaints from her so far. She loved fucking at all times of day and night, but she especially enjoyed the risks of doing it outdoors or at windows, the more public it is, the better she likes it. There was one memorable occasion when we were caught in-flagrante on a swing in a public park at night.

She was about twenty-three years of age, with long blond wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. She possessed a body to die for, as it had curves in all the right places. She would have looked good in an oil painting by one of the old masters, as she possessed the classic hourglass figure. Her boobs were large (she later told me she was very proud of her natural 32E’s). She had a slim waist and a large curvy arse. Her skin was soft, and she possessed the classic English beauty look.

We had met at a party which had been arranged by a mutual friend of ours. I had been reluctant to go, as parties are not usually my scene. But Fran begged me to come and said there would be plenty of booze, food and single women. So, I buckled.

I have to say I was not prepared for what I saw. A lot of the people there were wearing S&M gear, prancing around and flaunting themselves. I found Fran and asked her what the fuck was going on.

“Oh Jamie. One of the guys thought it would be fun to have a theme and I knew if I told you, you would have run a mile. Just relax, take in the sights, and enjoy yourself. Be cool, OK?”

Be cool. Be cool? I felt totally out of place in my t-shirt and jeans and was determined not to hang around for long. Although, I have to say there were some interesting views, especially a couple of well-endowed women, who were taking pleasure in flaunting everything they had. But what put me off was some of the men, running around in nappies, squealing like babies and asking to be spanked. Fucking weirdos!

I had a couple of drinks and whilst topping up my rum and coke in the kitchen, my attention was drawn to a very alluring woman who was wearing a cat-suit, which showed off her tremendously curvy body. I found Fran and asked after the cat-woman.

“Oh, that is Billie. Beautiful and kinky. I have wanted to fuck her for a long time, but she likes to play very hard to get.”

I was intrigued, but could not catch her attention, as unsurprisingly, she had a lot of admirers. After seeing nothing or nobody else to interest me, I decided it was time to leave, wanting to get out without a fuss from Fran. I was heading for the exit when Fran appeared, looking a little miffed.

“Going already, Jamie?” she asked.

“Yeah, sorry Fran, not really my kinda scene.”

“Ah, that’s a shame. I was about to introduce you to my friend Billie.”

I hesitated and looked up as cat woman appeared.

“Billie, meet Jamie,” Fran announced.

“Not enjoying the show?” Billie asked.

I told her that it was not really my scene.

“Bit of an old fuddy-duddy, aren’t you Jamie,” Fran observed.

I did not acknowledge her.

“How about you, Billie?” I asked.

“It is all a bit tame for me really.”

Interesting, I thought.

She continued, “Fran says you are a decent photographer.”

“Thanks, Fran. Yeah, not bad.”

Fran smiled and said, “I’ll leave the pair of you to it then.”

She then walked off.

“She tells me you have done a lot of lingerie and swimsuit shoots and you are one of the best.”

“Yeah, I’ve done a few. But would not say one of the best, really.”

“I am looking for a top photographer and if you are as good as Fran says you are, I may have a business proposition for you. If you think you can handle me. Can we meet up tomorrow and take a look at your portfolio?”

I told her I would be honoured. We made arrangements and I left with a spring in my step. She was beautiful, straightforward, and very sure of herself. I liked that.

The next morning, we met at the coffee house she had recommended. It was not one of those chain ones, but a local independent, run by an Italian family. I enjoyed a great coffee whilst waiting for her.

She appeared about fifteen minutes past the time we had agreed to meet, looking a little flustered.

“Hi Silvio”, she called out to the guy behind the counter, “Usual please.”

“Bloody hell, sorry I’m late. I caught an Uber and the prick took the long way around, getting us stuck in traffic.”

I told her it was fine, and it was. Because, if I thought she looked hot in a catsuit, she looked absolutely stunning in her choice of outfit today.

The only make-up she wore was dark red lipstick. Her face was partially obscured by a pair of black-rimmed glasses, which gave her a really sexy look. But it was her choice of clothing that had me and everybody else staring. She had on a tight white wrap-over, virtually see-through blouse, making it obvious she has not wearing a bra.

She had squeezed herself into a short red tight leather skirt. On her feet, she wore a pair of red stiletto ankle boots. She looked absolutely stunning, making an impression on all of the guys and some of the girls as well. She seemed totally oblivious to the attention.

She took a seat next to me, pushing her chair close to mine and put her handbag down. Her perfume was wonderful. Silvio brought the coffee over and they conversed in Italian for a minute. He was obviously a big fan of hers and seemed reluctant to leave, but his assistant, a beautiful brunette woman, tersely called him back to the counter.

Billie took a sip of her coffee, then said, “So, what did you make of last night?”

“To be honest, I was not expecting anything like that. There were some strange outfits on display. What about you?”

“Believe me. That was very tame, so much so that I left soon after you.”

‘Tame?’ I thought. She hung around a different crowd to me, that’s for sure.

“So, Billie.  Do you usually dress like that then?”

She laughed.

“Oh no. Normally I have much more flesh on display.”

I choked on my coffee at this.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just imagining how you could have looked.”

She smiled, leant against me, putting her hand on my thigh.

“Jamie, today we talk business, but keep that image fresh as I think things could work out very nicely between us.”

She put the tip of her tongue between her lips and all I wanted to do was bite it.

I was intrigued but decided to be more business-like.

I replied, “Yeah, fine by me. Would you like to see my work?”

I handed it to her and talked her through a set of black & white images. Followed by some colour swimsuit shots, which I had taken in St Lucia.

“Wow, these are fantastic. You are really talented.”

“Thanks. These last ones were for a famous swimwear brand. That was a great gig.”

“So, which one of these lovely ladies did you fuck?”

Once more, I was taken slightly aback by her directness.

“None of them. They are way out of my league, plus I always try to remain professional.”

She put her hand back on my thigh and gave it a light squeeze.

“That’s a shame, Jamie. I think mixing business with pleasure can be helpful, at times.”

I looked into her eyes and saw the playfulness there. Her hand stayed on my leg.  I was not about to complain.

We sat in silence for a while.

“OK, let me show you some of my ideas.”

She retrieved a laptop from her bag and showed me some recent graphic designs she had been working on. They were all BDSM related and left nothing to the imagination.

“Wow, Billie. You have some very kinky ideas!”

“Do you like them?”

“They are certainly different from work I have done previously, but with your ideas and my photography, I think we could do them justice.”

“I’m glad you think that, Jamie. I think our work complements one another. Do you want to join forces?”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

We were there for a good while, working out arrangements and putting plans together. We ordered lunch and talked about the people we had worked with. Once we had finished, Billie asked me if I wanted to see her dungeon. I was really intrigued, as I had never been in one before and thought I might be in for an education.

“Billie, can we use it for the photo shoots?”

“Of course. It has fantastic lighting, so it should work.”

“Great. I normally have to rent a studio.”

“What, a great photographer like you?”

“Yep. I used to have one but spent so much of my time travelling that it did not make commercial sense to keep it going.”

We split the bill.  She insisted we did so.

We left the café and hailed a cab.

On the way to her place, we talked about our sexual experiences, likes, dislikes, weird-out moments and other very personal things. It was so easy to talk with her and time passed quickly. I was pleased to discover she was not only bi-sexual but also a switch. The thought of her dominating another woman whilst I looked on was very appealing. What the taxi driver must have made of our conversation, God alone knows!

She enjoyed showing me around her dungeon. There were ropes, shackles, whips. She had a sex bench, a sex stool, a love swing and a couple of automated fucking machines. In the middle was a king-size bed with straps attached. She enjoyed showing me the wardrobe and chests full of kinky clothes.

“This is some set-up. Must have cost you a few quid.”

“Some of it was donated by grateful customers of my dominant self, but I was also fortunate enough to get an inheritance from a rich Aunt.”

What she said next was totally unexpected.

“So, do you want to be tied up? Tie me up? Or just a straightforward fuck?”

As she talked, she started to undress.

I sat down on a stool and watched her remove her blouse, giving me my first view of those stupendous breasts. She held one up to her mouth, nibbling at her nipple, whilst staring at me. I could feel my dick begin to rise. She let go of her breast, turned around and slowly unzipped her skirt, pulling it down over her arse and bending over.

“Do you always go commando style?” I asked.

“Not always.”

She turned back to face me, placing her hands on her hips, with her legs astride. I looked her up and down, savouring the view.

“Jamie, I need a fuck and I like you very much. No strings attached though.”

“Only the ones we tie each other up with.”

“Droll, very droll. Do you like what you see?”

She ran her hands up and down her body, brushing her nipples which began to stiffen.

“Come over here,” I told her.

She walked over to me, swaying her hips and plonked herself down on my lap.

“Umm, feels like someone is up for it.”

She then wrapped her arms around me as we began a long, wet kiss.

She pulled away.

“You do realise you are on the sex stool, Jamie.”

I looked down.

“Shame to waste it.”

I stood up and she began to undress me.

When my dick bounced up and down in front of her, she gave it a light kiss on the tip, and licked around it once.

Once I was totally naked, she commanded me to lay down underneath the stool.

I did as she ordered and she handcuffed my wrists together, then tied my ankles up. She used a length of thin rope, tying it around my ball sack, before winding it around the base of my cock and pulling it tight.

She kept hold of the end of the rope.

“In case you need some encouragement.”

As she said this, she pulled on the rope. It was not a thing that anyone had ever done to me before and I was trying to figure out why I let her take control, I think it was because I did not want to break the spell. The feeling of her pulling on the rope was not unpleasant and it certainly kept my mind on things.

She moved the stool over my mouth then sat down on it, spreading her legs very wide. I had a terrific view of her open snatch. Her labia lips were already engorged and open, from which emanated her natural perfume. I lay there taking in the view when I felt a tug on the rope.

“You fallen asleep down there, or what?” she asked.

I needed no further encouragement and gently kissed those pretty pink lips, all the way along, before taking one into my mouth and nibbling at it. I gave the same treatment to the other one and then lazily licked up and down, wiggling my tongue as I did so.

It seemed to be having the desired effect, as she wriggled on the stool.

She murmured, “Oh yeah, that is lovely.”

I continued my gentle assault on her, making sure I took my time. I stopped for a while to take in the view. Her lips were now fully open, giving me a view of her inner lips, which were glistening and inviting. I put my tongue against them, holding it in place, then wiggled my head from side to side. She started to moan some more. I changed direction, nodding my head up and down, covering the full length of her lips.

“Oh, heaven. Absolute heaven,” she sighed.

She shoved herself down more into the stool opening and I took my cue, sticking my tongue into her snatch, licking all around and probing inwards as far as possible. I have never been helpless like this when eating a woman out. I normally have use of my hands. It meant I had to thoroughly concentrate on my oral skills and from the noises she was making, it seemed that I was doing a good job. After a couple of minutes, I saw her hand come towards my face and realised she was using a finger to rub her clitoris. I increased the tempo of my ministrations to keep in time with her and it was not long before she came in a long, wet stream of juice, into my mouth and all over my face. Delicious.

She pulled gently on the rope.

“Mmmm, you are not bad at that. Eight out of ten for effort.”

“Only eight?”

“Don’t worry, I will teach you some new tricks and you will get the perfect score.”

She stood up, kicked the stool away and squatted down onto my face, leant forward and took me into her mouth. The sensation of her warm breath and wet mouth was amazing. I was now able to get hold of her clitoris with my mouth and after a few nibbles at it, I started to gently suck it. She increased her tempo on my dick, squeezing my balls at the same time, using her hands and mouth expertly on me. I was in heaven.

“Less clit, more tongue,” she shouted out as she wriggled on my face.

She then took the whole of my dick into her mouth swallowed me down and kept up the rhythm. I did as she instructed, sticking my tongue into her, licking as far as I could reach, pulling out, attacking her lips and then going back in for more.

I felt my climax approaching and tried to keep it under control. She sensed the moment, pulled on the rope and pulled my dick out of her throat, licking all the way up the shaft, around the head and back down. Her touch was incredible, and I could not contain myself, ejaculating into her mouth as, once more, she pushed me to the back of her throat. As I came, so did she, in another rush of juice. She kept on sucking away at my dick, lapping up my sperm, then got up, turned around and lay on top of me. We kissed vigorously, swapping juices with our tongues.

“Well old man, that was lovely, I think I will untie you and then we should begin work. OK?”

I agreed with her as she undid the ropes and cuffs.

She massaged my cock and balls, then my ankles, whilst I rubbed some life back into my hands.

“Step this way, Jamie.”

She led me to her beautifully decorated bathroom. It had one of those stand-alone baths in the middle of the floor, a large walk-in shower, a separate WC and bidet and two sinks. The place was tastefully decorated. She ran the water, pouring a load of bath bubbles into it.

She removed her shoes, climbed in and beckoned to me. I sat in the lovely warm bath, and she wriggled up to sit between my legs, with her back against me. I kissed her neck and gently massaged her shoulders.

“Do you always hold business meetings like this?” I asked.

“No. You should be honoured as you are my first male business partner. I had a long affair with my first one, she was beautiful, but became too needy and it ruined the business, so I said I vowed not to do it again. But along you came and even though you must be twice my age, I just knew you would be a good fuck.”

“Thanks for the back-handed compliment.” I replied.

“Oh, don’t you go complaining, it is not every day someone your age would get to fuck a gorgeous twenty-three-year-ol, is it Dad?”

I tweaked both her nipples very hard, and she pushed herself back against me.

“More of that please.”

I obliged, by twisting and pulling them hard.

“Yeah, much better,” she purred.

At this time, I was forty-five and kept myself in decent shape. She was right, twenty-year-olds did not fall at my feet.  I was relishing the prospect of discovering more about Billie.

“I want to fuck you now,” I told her.

She felt behind her and squeezed my cock, which was still flaccid.

“Think we better breathe some more life back into Mr. Dick first.”

She hopped out of the bath and started to towel herself off. I was enjoying the show from my relaxed position, rubbing at my dick to get some life back into it. She finished off, grabbed another towel and held out her hand for me. I stepped out and she started to dry me off, spending a long time on my cock and balls.

Life was slowly starting to return, and she giggled.

“Seems like things may be about to get interesting.”

I went for a pee, and she left the bathroom.

When I got back into the studio, my mouth fell open. She was laying on the bed wearing a pair of thigh-high leather boots, a large smile and a black strap-on, which she was slowly wanking up and down. Seeing her like this had an instant effect on my dick, it jumped to attention. I have never been with a girl who wore one of these implements and it was, for some strange reason, a huge turn-on.

I laid down next to her and watched as she poured some oil on her hands, got hold of my cock and begun to masturbate me in time with her other hand. I was looking into her eyes and thought, ‘Wow, this is strange, but so sexy.’  She kept up the slow sensuous wank for quite a while before climbing off the bed.

“Ever been fucked by someone else?” she asked whilst holding onto her appendage.

I swallowed hard.

“No. Never been a thing for me, that.”

“Shame, I would like to fuck you.”

She undid the strap-on, letting it fall to the floor, then climbed back on the bed and squatted over my dick, resting the head between her lips.

“Never mind, I will just have to take a good fucking from you, if you think you can manage me.”

She lowered herself down onto me.  Her pussy was hot and moist. The sensations were fantastic.

“Your wish is my command, young lady.”

I grabbed her hips and we proceeded to have a fast and furious fuck.

She was bouncing up and down like mad, never seeming to tire. The sight of this glorious woman with those magnificent breasts bouncing up and down was, I have to say, utterly lovely. After a mad few minutes, she jumped off and got into the doggy position.

I took the hint, positioned myself behind her and rammed my cock into her, pumping away as fast as I could. She was wriggling so much I was having problems keeping my rhythm up and keeping my dick inside her. With the wriggling and her fanny gripping my cock, I could not hold on any longer.

With a loud, “Oh fuck, I’m coming.” I exploded inside her.

I was shaking and breathing hard after my exertions.

I fell out of her and laid on the bed. She grabbed the strap-on from the floor, got back on the bed next to me and used it to finish herself off. Watching her fuck herself was a lovely sight to behold and it was wonderful to watch her bring herself to a shuddering climax.

“Now that was a definite ten out of ten. Well done old man!”

“Thank you, glad I was able to keep my end up.”

After this initial ‘meeting’ we got down to business to decide what it was we wanted to deliver. We knew we could produce high-quality photographs and videos. There was so much crap out there, masquerading as art, most of which was just badly done porn, with bad acting, shit lighting and diabolical dialogue. We were going to be different.

We decided we needed to find just the right female model, one who would interact with both of us, would look amazing in front of the camera and have the right amount of timidity, whilst being willing to learn. She had to be fresh to the business, look innocent, be willing to take punishment in front of the camera and, most importantly, she had to enjoy what she was doing. We placed adverts in the usual magazines and further afield, in the hope of finding the right woman. I was not sure it would be easy.

Amazingly, we got a lot of responses, so much so that we had set up three days of interviews, with six girls each day. The first day was fairly promising, we found two possible candidates but could not agree on either of them. Day two was a complete washout, with a few girls who said they were semi-professional models, who, it turned out were in fact local escorts. Not what we were looking for. Although, I kept the details of one of them, Julia who was a very cute blonde and had been giving me the eye through the interview.

Billie said, “That Julia certainly had the hots for you, she was so blatant. I wonder how much she charges?”

“Maybe I should find out and bill it to the company as research.”

“Not without the permission of your partner, who would be awfully jealous. But I suppose a man of your age has to take every opportunity that comes his way.”

“Ouch.”

I knew I was going to get in touch with Julia to follow up on our little chat. The thought of it made me horny, so I locked the door, took out a whip.

“Billie.  You are in need of some punishment.”

“Oh goody.”

She stripped down to her knickers and bent over the sex bench.

“Tie my wrists behind my back, nice and tight. I have been a very naughty girl.”

I proceeded to whip her delicious bottom and when finished, pulled aside her knickers and thrust my cock into her pussy. We had a very quick fuck, finishing with her coming so quickly that it made me lose control and ejaculate into her.

“Mmm.” She murmured, “I love those fast and furious fucks after a good whipping.”

By day three of the interviews, we were both bored. Bored with our questions, bored with portfolios, bored with lies and bored with most of the girls. We were down to our last interviewee and what happened next was definitely not what either of us was expecting.