Joan-e MCallister was a rather regular woman... except for the weird spelling of her name and her once-a-month fetish show at The Club , a local BDSM establishment. The weird spelling was because her name had been recorded wrong at birth. Her first name was supposed to be Joan followed by just an E for a middle name (an idea of her mother’s) and then a hyphenated last name (also blowjob her mother’s idea). But the nurse, misunderstanding the name as the mother said it, blurted out, “That sounds like two names!” In response, Joan-e’s father said, “It’s supposed to be hyphenated.” And so it was. The second strangeness about Joan-e came about because of her fascination with being spanked. She and her boyfriend Kevin had played out some scenes, and both of them knew that she loved being spanked. No, that isn’t true, she hated being spanked, but it turned her on beyond belief and doggystyle she loved being turned on. She especially loved the explosive orgasms that followed her spanking-induced euphoric state. She also loved her third strangeness, which was flashing people or somehow making herself visible in public while she was naked. She had even done the order a pizza and answer the door naked thing. When the pizza arrived and the delivery person was not a male, Joan-e said glumly, “Oh, it’s a girl.” The pizza girl, however, said, “That’s not a problem,” as she reached out and stroked Joan-e’s already dripping snatch. Then she Hardcore said, “I get off at midnight. I can come back here and get you off at least three times by one.” Joan-e just stood there with her mouth open, but Kevin said from behind her, “And I can get you off at least twice in the same time period.” Kevin eventually split with Joan-e to move in with Pizza Girl. That’s when Joan-e discovered her third thrill and fourth strangeness. She gradually learned that she loved taking risks, especially risks involving semi-sexual payoffs. For example, she would bet on a football game or basketball game or almost anything with the guys at work where she was a receptionist in a stock brokers office. There were eleven men... Brunette and her in the office. Almost all business was conducted over the telephone or at the client’s home or business, so it was just Joan-e and the brokers. Usually the bet with the guys was “$25 if I win; if I lose, I come to work with no underwear.” All of the men knew of the bet or were in on it. Joan-e might end up with a couple hundred dollars, or she might end up sitting at her desk with her dress hitched up and her legs spread so the guys big could see that she had lived up to the bet. Once she bet it all on a Super Bowl game and ended up sitting naked at her desk for a whole week. That week a dozen of their best clients “stopped by.” Evidently the brokers were using her nakedness as a selling point with some of their special clients. Making the bets would get her juices flowing, but having to show her cunt to everyone in the office caused her to tremble and shake with arousal. So, every hour or two, she would go into the restroom to “splash some cold water on my face.” At least that’s what she told her boss. What she actually did was to strip totally naked, lay on the restroom floor, and finger herself to an earth-shattering orgasm. It was boyfriend number two... or maybe he was number three... that first took her to The Club . The sounds and smells of sex... and humiliation... and pain... were in the air as soon as they came through the front doors. Lori: Yes Teacher “I’m gonna go hang out at the mall and then movies. “Do you remember the fish we had last night for dinner?” I can tell the whole story if you both promise not to laugh.” but I wanted to keep my promise. “Sorry don’t have fifty quid,” I explained. He looked up. Wendy was finally ready to introduce herself to the unfamiliar voices in the next room. Slipping his other hand big around her Brunette back he unclasped her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. I’m going to start slowly fucking you, okay?” My hand strokes myself hard, and I lie back on the bench. He is a male, and she’ll be compelled to speak.” “What?” She leant forward and wrapped her arms around Luka's neck where he stayed, still knotted tightly into the pink feline, and he nuzzled lovingly against his Mistress's neck while she panted heavily against him. I bit my lip and relaxed in the bed blowjob of sexual splendor, closing my eyes as I felt tongues sheening the tissue of my insides, lips pulling milk from my Hardcore erect nipples, and a throat gently doggystyle constricting around my cock. From across the hall, a sleepy looking girl with overgrown black hair stepped out.