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Subject: {ASSM} Miss Sinne and I -- Part Two: Secrets and Sinne, or Not In Kansas (mf,ff,mff,oral,adultery)
Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2003 07:10:08 -0400
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Miss Sinne and I -- Part Two: Secrets and Sinne (or Not In Kansas)

by Luxon

I had no idea what she could possibly have told her husband to get out
of the house wearing that.

Miss Sinne was dressed in a translucent sleeveless blouse which made it
quite apparent she was wearing no bra.  She covered up with a suit
jacket, but since she didn't bother to button said jacket, there was a
distracting tendency to reveal her nipples through the tight material
when the jacket swung open from time to time.

Traveling down her form, as my gaze did when she stepped into sight
from the dimness the parking lot, her skirt was equally tight,
although the casual observer might have believed it less revealing.
I knew her, though, and while the skirt was a modest knee-length, it
was obvious that the bottom four buttons were going to be undone about
the same time the jacket came off.  She wore nude hose, which I was
certain (from past experience) were held up by a garter belt, and her
customary three-inch pumps to finish the ensemble off.

Apparently my reaction to her outfit was the desired effect, as she
grinned lasciviously when she saw the look on my face.  "Why, hello
there.  What a surprise it is to see you tonight!"

Right.  She'd never been to this place, as far as I knew.  For that
matter, neither had I; I got the address off the Web and called her
at work to give it to her just this afternoon.  She'd taken a cab to get
here, since her husband apparently had the car.

I offered her my arm, and she wrapped hers around it as we walked
up the ramp to the club.

"Secrets" was the name of the place; the sign had this in pink cursive
lettering, accompanied by small silhouettes of nude women.  Sinne saw
this and arched her eyebrow at me.  "A strip club?" she asked.

I furrowed my brow.  "Not that I'm aware of, no."  She looked like she
wanted to ask more, but she shrugged and decided to trust me.

The door was wide open, and two big burly guys stood at the door
checking identification.  I slid my driver's license to one of them,
and Sinne did the same.  "Have a nice time!" he called after us as we
went in.

Now we were in the lobby, where a gilt sign informed us of the cover
charge:

        Couples         $60
        Single Men      $60
        Single Women    no charge

I smirked.  Yep.  This was the right place.  I glanced over at Sinne,
who looked... intrigued.  Good.  I drew three twenties from my wallet
and handed them to the attendant.  He smiled and waved us at a closed
door to his left, where music could already be heard.

Opening the door released a wall of sound, rhythmic bass accompanied
by a tenor saxophone.  I had no idea what it was, but it pounded the
blood and still had a smooth, sultry feel.  There was no band, and I
noted to myself I needed to find the deejay and get a copy of this
stuff before I left.

My eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness.  It was a pretty decent-sized
space.  On the left was a bar, at which a cute young brunette presided,
and beyond this was a set of high tables and stools.  This was a
Wednesday, so it wasn't a surprise the place was half-empty, but there
were a sizable number of patrons nevertheless.  About half the tables
were filled with men, and the rest had couples and sometimes three
or more people.

On the right-hand side was a staircase leading downward, and further
along was a wide dance floor, hard light wood with golden poles.  A few
couples swayed to the music, and two of the poles were occupied by
mostly-naked women.

I should say something about the women here: they were *all* mostly
naked, or else dressed in provocative outfits which made Sinne's quite
appropriate, even after she removed her suit jacket and (as I expected)
slowly, enticingly, opened up and lengthened the slit of her skirt.  She
took a slow time of it, knowing I was (and surely many of the men were)
watching, and ran her long nails gently against the fabric of her
stocking as she deftly released each button.  By the time she was done,

the welt of her nylons was apparent to my hungry eyes, and a garter clip
flipped into view when she took a long, stride.  Which she did.  My
cock was now at attention, and she glanced down at the bulge in my pants
with a knowing smirk.

Anyway, I digress... The women here were all provocatively dressed,
and though they varied considerably in shapes and sizes (don't we all?),
they were all obviously very comfortable with their bodies and with
showing them off to others.

And doing other stuff in front of others.  One of the pole-girls was
engaged in sliding down the gilden rod in what appeared to be crotchless
panties, and the other held her pole while she rode her husband... or
boyfriend... or someone male, anyway.  I couldn't tell if she was dry-
humping him or whether his zipper was open and they were actually
fucking, but it was clear that they were both getting off on it.

As was the crowd around them, men and women, cheering them on.  Sinne
watched them in a daze, and allowed me to steer her toward one of the
tables near the bar.  Her eyes never left the dance floor until we got
to the table, where she had to watch her step as I helped her climb up
onto the high stool.

She met my gaze as I sat down too.  "What *is* this place?"

"A 'social' club."

"What the hell is that?"

I grinned.  "A euphemism.  Most people would call it a 'swinger's
club'."  She looked blank at this.  "Sinne, you just don't spend
enough time on the internet.  These places are all over the country.
People come here to get together with other like-minded people."

"And their 'like minds' are like what?"  She stared again at the dance
floor.

"What do you think?" I replied, pointedly.

"Quite possibly," she said distantly, "like mine."  I followed her gaze
to the pole dancer in the crotchless panties-- definitely crotchless,
as evinced by the fact that a man was kneeling down in front of her
with his face in her trimmed muff.  The look on her face implied that
he was very good at what he was doing.  Sinne uncrossed and recrossed
her legs.  Her leg muscles tensed as she pressed her thighs together
hard.

I knew that motion well.  Once, long ago, in school, Sinne had
masturbated to climax by just pressing her thighs together exactly as
she was doing now.  She'd passed me a note to that effect in the middle
of the session, and I'd lost an entire day's worth of lecture to
watching her slowly but surely flush from the neck up.  All the while
I'd watched her legs tense and release in cycles, the frequency
increasing until she had finally turned her face towards me.  One more
*tense* and I'd seen her emit a mild shudder, dropping her pencil and
staring her half-lidded eyes into mine with wanton satisfaction.  I'd
been caught between disbelief that a girl could do that, disbelief that
a girl *would* do that, and disbelief that this was *my* girlfriend.
I'd fucked her *really* hard that night.  Which may have been the point
of the exercise.

But back to the point of the exercise at hand: her leg motions were
getting interesting, but as much as I would have enjoyed a repeat of her
schoolday performance in some other setting, I was looking for some
other method of release for her, here.  It was the entire reason I
sought this place out, to tell the truth.

It wasn't long before I found what I was looking for.  I spotted three
women sitting together.  Surrounded by men hitting on them, of course;
hell, in a club where the acknowledged reason for everyone being here
was freeing, exciting sexuality, these guys probably figured they stood
a decent chance.  They were probably *wrong*, given the way the three
were giving them polite smiles but no "come hither" looks.

No, the girls appeared interested in other things entirely.  Two were
sitting very close to one another, and touched each other on the arm
and shoulders an awful lot in conversation; my guess was that the
major reason they were ignoring the men was that they were more
interested in each other.  The third girl was the reason that table
intrigued me.

A petite blonde, she was dressed in an ice-blue minidress with low
cut cleavage and heavenly hemlines.  Her hair was curled and pulled up
into an elaborate and fetching design, which accentuated her features
and let her eyes shine forth.  In all the darkness, she was a shining
beacon of--

Oh, who am I kidding?  She was gorgeous, looked like a refugee from a
high-school prom... and none of that would have meant a damn to me at
all if it weren't for the fact that I could follow her baby-blues and
see where they were focused.

She was looking directly at Miss Sinne.

Pretty soon, though, she glanced my way as well, but the look on her
face told me she was just assessing the competition.  I smiled at her,
inclined my head towards Sinne (who was still watching the show on the
dance floor, and swinging her legs more rapidly), and made a mild
gesture with my hands: "be my guest".  The blue-eyed doll looked at me
skeptically, but I defused the unspoken question by indicating myself,
and then shaking my head slowly.  That brought up a rather evil smile,
finally, and she excused herself from the table, extracted herself
from the throng of men, and came our way.

The woman on the pole had apparently reached orgasm, as she was
collapsed at the bottom of the pole, the man's head in her lap as she
stroked his hair absently and just breathed.  Sinne was pretty close,
too, so I did what any decent lover would do under the circumstances:
I distracted her.

"Hello?  Sinne?"

She turned toward me abruptly, letting out her breath between her
teeth.  "Yeah?"

"What'cha doing?"

"Remember eleventh grade history class?  That time I--"

"I certainly do."

"You have no idea what watching this is doing to me.  Well, you
obviously have some idea; that's why you brought me here, I suspect."

"Hmmm..."

"Look," she said in an exasperated-because-I'm-damn-horny tone I was
quite familiar with, "I'm almost there, so if you'll stop distracting
me, you'll get to watch me--"

"Excuse me," came a musical voice from behind Sinne.

Sinne started, and turned toward the blue-clad lovely behind her.

"My name's Dorothy, and I was just noticing you across the room, and I
would *love*", she placed her hand on Sinne's knee as she continued,
"to dance with you."

Sinne's legs had stopped moving, but her flushed face was still
apparent, as she dropped her eyes to the small hand on her leg, feeling
the heat of her body through the tight sheen of the nylon.

Already flustered at being dropped from the edge of orgasm, she had no
idea what to say to this.  She made an admirable effort, though.

"I... um... I'm here with--"

"No."  She looked at me as if I'd gone insane.

"What do you--?"

"No.  Dance.  With her."  My eyes showed bemusement at her predicament,
but I very forcibly did not smile.

"I--"  She turned to Dorothy.  "Um... can you give me a minute here?"

Dorothy laughed out loud.  "Sure, hon.  I'll be out there waiting for
you to make up your mind what you want to do tonight."  She stroked
Sinne's bare shoulder lightly and wandered toward the dance floor.

I admired her ass as she went away, then turned back to my companion.

"What the fuck's going on?  You put her up to this?"

I laughed.  "Hardly.  While you were absorbed in... other matters... I
happened to see her across the room.  She was staring at you."

This caught her by surprise.  "She was?"  She didn't know exactly what
to make of this, but perhaps she was beginning to see the
possibilities.

I decided to help her.  "Yes, she was staring at you for quite some
time, I'm certain.  Can you blame her?  You look utterly sexual, and you
had that glazed-over look you get when you're aroused that I can't
possibly describe well enough.  Yes, she was looking at you, and I'm
sure she could tell what you were doing with your thigh muscles, you
naughty trampy thing."  I grinned, and glanced over at the dance floor,
then met Sinne's eyes again and pointed her that way.

She looked.  There was Dorothy, undulating in an incredibly suggestive
way, and once again staring directly at Sinne.  Her eyes and her body
beckoned to Sinne in a way that her arms and voice didn't have to.

"Go on, dammit, I hissed in her ear.  Can't you see how much that
luscious piece of ass wants you?"

Sinne shivered, met my eyes for a second, and then got down off the
stool and slinked off to the hardwood, with only a single glance back my
way when she got halfway there.  When she did look back, her smile was
confident and assured.  Her ass swayed enticingly as she made her way
over to the vision in blue silk.

They made quite the pair, I'll tell you, and anyone else who was there
that night would tell you the same.  Sinne hit the dance floor in the
midst of something funky from the 70s, which had a lot of bass and
synth piano.  Dorothy was smiling broadly as my lover approached her.

They started out inches apart, swaying to the music as it moved them.
But it was evident that there was chemistry there, and soon enough
Dorothy's arms were around Sinne as she drew her in closer.  Breast to
breast as they moved together, Sinne's ass was soon resting in
Dorothy's palms.

Now they started to grind together, legs intertwined and rubbing
deliciously between each other.  Dorothy's nose was nestled in Sinne's
neck, inhaling her perfume, and she began to run her lips up to Sinne's
ear.  She whispered something, then, and Sinne went absolutely berserk.
Mildly passive before, Sinne grabbed the back of the other girl's hair
and fused their lips together while bucking her hips insistently into
Dorothy's thigh.  Sinne's skirt was up around her waist, now, and
we could all see her bare ass above her stocking-tops.  Dorothy's hand
was on Sinne's bare flesh, sliding under the garter strap and around,
stroking the sensitive part of her thigh insistently to the beat of the
music as they kissed deeply.  And Dorothy's bunched up dress implied that
Sinne was now returning the favor.

I wasn't the only one watching, of course, and one of the dopey guys who
had been hanging around Dorothy's table now made his way behind her and
started his own grind on her ass.  This was obviously unwelcome, and a
turn-off for both women, but the guy refused to take the hint, even when
Dorothy and Sinne both pushed him away.  Someone (probably Dorothy's dyke
friends) called in the bouncers, who broke up the altercation and,
unfortunately, also the mood.  Sinne left the dance floor and came back
my way; Dorothy went back to her friends.

"Hiya!" said Sinne breathlessly with a big grin.  She gave me a huge kiss
which promised much, and both women sat on nearby stools.

"Hi.  Enjoying yourself?"

"More than you know."

"Oh, I think I know.  You two put on quite a show.  Many people will be
replaying that scene in their heads for years to come.  Especially me."

"Is that so?"  She grinned, and looked sidewise at Dorothy's table.  "I
was thinking maybe you wanted to replay more than that in your head."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that staircase in by the entrance.  It leads down to private
rooms.  Dorothy invited me to come down there with her."

That was incredibly hot.  "You've got to do it, then."

"You're not getting it, dummy.  I want you to come down there, too."

"I don't think she's interested in me."

"Frankly, she's not, but I'm not bringing you for her.  I'm bringing you
for *me*.  Half the fun up there was knowing that you were watching me,
and sitting here going crazy with lust you couldn't satisfy."

Now she moved close to me and murmured in my ear.  "Well, if you can
behave yourself, unlike those idiots who screwed up the dancing, you'll
get to keep watching as she takes my lesbian virginity."

Dorothy appeared at our table, then, as I stood up and indicated that she
should lead the way.  She didn't even arch an eyebrow at my presence, but
took Sinne's hand and led her down into the murk at the bottom of the
staircase.

There were three rooms; one was occupied by two couples who hadn't
bothered to close the door, and we went into the farthest one.  Dorothy
shut the door and pulled Sinne over onto an upholstered chair in the
center of the room.  I walked along behind, but remained silent and did
not interfere.

Dorothy wasted little time.  "You're incredibly sexy, you know that?"
she said to Sinne.  "I was watching you from the moment you walked in.
Something about you... hmmm... the way you stand, with your hips cocked
to one side.  Certainly the way you're dressed-- it says you're just ripe
for the conquest, almost begging for it, but confident you won't be the
one doing the begging.  Well count me as a conquest, honey, because I'm
officially begging you."

With this, she sank to her knees in front of the chair.  "I think what
finally did it for me was watching you masturbate while watching the
couple on the dance floor.  Oh, yes, I could tell what you were doing;
you're not the only girl that does the public thigh-squeezing trick."

Dorothy proceeded to squeeze Sinne's thighs with her hands up her skirt.
"What was it that made you do that, honey?  Was it seeing a girl being
licked while everyone watched?"  Sinne was spreading her legs slowly as
the other woman continued.  "Thinking to yourself how wonderful and warm
and slippery a tongue would feel on you with hot eyes feeding on your
every moan of desire?"

Sinne grunted something like assent.

"Well, find out, then," came the sharp reply, and Sinne gave an
unbridled groan as Dorothy's face disappeared up her skirt.

Sinne had been waiting all evening for release, and had been taken to the
brink several times; it wasn't surprising, then, that she went orgasmic
within several minutes of tongue-lashing.  Burying her hands in Dorothy's
hair, she shrieked raspily as the other woman made her come.

Dorothy looked up at Sinne, now, her lipstick smeared over her upper
lip under her nose.  Sinne surprised even me when she ordered, "Don't you
dare fucking *stop*!" and drew the other woman's head back to her crotch.

I was impressed; typically, Sinne is a bit extra-sensitive when she's
been eaten out to orgasm, and needs recovery time, but something about
this woman's technique, or about it being a woman... or perhaps something
purely about this one moment in time, her first experience of this kind,
made her want and need more of that mouth on her clit *right now*.

She built, slowly, to a new height, with little cries that sounded
almost like pain, savoring every instant.  I knew her noises, and was
so turned on I almost came myself when she lost it again with an
incoherent screech.  She was still bucking, now, slowly, and Dorothy
apparently had some stamina left, for her mouth was still affixed to
Sinne's cunt.

I came up behind the chair and slid my hands into the armholes of the
blouse, fixing my hands on Sinne's firm breasts.  I palmed them at first,
then rhythmically squeezed the nipples between my first and middle
fingers.  She half-turned to me, and I saw her face for the first time
since Dorothy had gone to work on her.  Physically exhausted, but so
completely aroused by the night that her eyes were shining brightly.
A sheen of sweat coated her face.

I put my mouth to her ear.  "How is your first cunt-licking from a girl?"
I whispered.  "Is it all that you'd ever fantasized about?"  An attempt
at a nod, as her moans increased in volume.  "Does it turn you on that
she wanted her tongue to be in your pussy so bad that she didn't care if
I was in the room watching?  That she's fingering her own clit right now
while she's eating you?"  Indeed she was.  Her skirt was hiked up, and
both hands were in her panties, working herself over.

Sinne's eyes were glazing over now, and I worked her nipples more
urgently.  "How does it feel, Sinne, to have your juices tasted by her?"
With that, I jerked up her skirt so fast it ripped a bit.

A long, glorious pair of thighs, garter straps leading off to the left
and the right, the soaked silken nude stockings... and between them,
the countenance of a beautiful blonde woman, looking up at her with
raving blue eyes of desire as she tasted the warm nectar in her pussy.

Sinne looked down on this, and the sight threw her over the edge again.
She screamed silently, bucking her hips with a ferocity that almost
knocked Dorothy over.  "Oh, god.  Oh, god..." she kept whispering, over
and over.  "Oh, yesssss, fucking god..."  Her whispers lost intensity
as she collapsed into a puddle of flesh on the chair.

Sinne had told me before of her lesbian fantasies.  Always the woman was
intensely beautiful-- Sinne didn't imagine herself with anyone
flawed-- and obsessed with making love to her.  Sinne was always the
center of attention, the domina of the duo, and was always the recipient
of all of the cuntsucking.  Well, this evening had certainly gone
according to her fantasies.

I let her relax, and saw Dorothy's head resting in her lap, smiling
contentedly.  She'd apparently gotten at least one orgasm out of the
deal.

She deserved more, and like the horny-minded heterosexual guy I am, I
was more than willing to provide what she needed.  "Sinne," I said
gently.  "I think your benefactor deserves some 'benefits', too.  Don't
you think that would be fair?"

"Go ahead," she mumbled, beyond jealousy or even caring.  "I need to
rest."

"You're missing the point, Sinne.  And so are you," I turned to Dorothy,
as she started to object.  "You deserve some satisfaction, and you're
going to get it."

"You see," I said, walking to the door, "I'm leaving.  Dorothy's your
ride home.  See you next time I'm in town."

And with that I went out.

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