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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 almanbahis şikayet 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 almanbahis canlı casino 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 almanbahis casino 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.
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