"You've had a workout. Do you want a drink?"
"May I have a glass of water, just to wash the cum down with?"
When he'd brought her the water, his elongated cock flapping against his legs as he walked, she drank it thirstily.
"Thanks."
He sat down on the bed next to her and put his hand on her thigh and petted her like a pussycat.
"You want to do me a real favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"Gimme a rim job."
"A what?"
"Rim. Rim. Don't you know what rim means?"
"No."
"It's like this."
Quickly he was on his feet and gently pushing her over onto her stomach. Her legs stuck out over the bed and he stepped between them, spreading them as he dropped to his knees. He took one melon-like buttock in each hand and slowly rolled their fleshy expanse in circles with powerful palms. Kay could feel his breath on her ass.
"You get very close to the sphincter and slowly… slowly…"
He stopped talking because his mouth was on her asshole. Kay let her mouth fall open at the feeling. His lips were pressed up against her rectum and he was kissing it, there was no mistake what he was doing. She felt his tongue come out of his mouth and penetrated her puckered anus.
She let out a gasp of surprise. He did it for a few more seconds, sticking his tongue in her quite deeply and then he withdrew and got to his feet.
"That's rimming, sweets."
"Wow!"
"How about doing it to me? I sit down all day on the job and my ass is damn sore sometimes. A little tongue massage will set it off just right."
Kay was repulsed by the idea. He looked so hopeful it made her think again about such activity. He'd done it to her. She was in this man's bed to learn, after all; nobody ever said it had to be a pleasant lesson.
Without saying anything she slid off the bed onto the floor. He quickly turned over face down and rose to his knees, resting the side of his face on the bed and letting his ass stick up into the air, making it look like the largest part of his body.
Kay positioned herself between the soles of his feet and took a deep breath. Timidly at first, she moved toward her goal. It was like a purple hole. Tentatively, she brought her face closer to his ass. She held his ass-cheeks in both hands and gradually moved her lips to the rosette. She gave it a timid kiss. She was startled to realize how tender the flesh was. She'd never thought about that.
"That's right. Just massage it with your tongue – it'll feel so good."
Kay shut her eyes and pressed her mouth to it once more. She felt him kissing her with his ass. Blanking her mind, she kissed back. He seemed to expand the size of his asshole. She shuddered but kept on going, thinking of the wedding gift she'd be able to give Davey.
Slowly she sent her tongue forth and into his tight sphincter.
"Ahhh."
She extended her pink tongue into the darkened hole as much as she could arid then began working it around in a circle. When she got the feel of it she quickened her circling. Before she had completed many rings she had gotten the feel of the thing and was pleased to realize it didn't feel bad.
"That's it, oh, that's so good. Now go in and out."
Working her lips and tongue, Kay pressed them against his flesh, feeling it give slightly as her tongue fucked his ass. She began doing it faster and harder. She swept it around in big circles, jutting in and out and around.
"Sweet shit, that's good!"
She did it till she thought she'd black out. Gradually he realized her tongue was growing tired. He crawled away from her face but she pursued and kept attacking his puckering sphincter with her tongue. Reluctantly, she stopped. He pulled farther away and turned over, sitting with outstretched legs on the bed. He beckoned her up onto the bed, held her in his arms and kissed her mouth a lot.
"If you're ever in a situation when your man complains of sitting down too much, just do that for him and you'll have a friend for life."
"Like a department store Santa Claus in the weeks before Christmas?"
"You know something, Kay? You've got a wicked imagination."
Smitty was driving her home when she asked him if he had a cigarette. He turned to her and smiled as he reached in his shirt pocket for the packet. In that split second, Smitty, the professional driver, let his emotions overtake him and his hand forgot to loosen up on the wheel. His gripping hand brought the wheel just enough to the right to bring the car enough to the right to fill a space which was occupied by a Buick.
The collision was minor but the effect was major. Kay was tossed to the floor with a twist to her neck which frightened her. When the automobile had come to a halt she had to be lifted from the car by policemen.
As the crowd gathered and other policemen directed traffic away from the site, one of the policemen held her head off the pavement while another tucked a blanket around her. She was very calm, and even before the ambulance arrived she knew she was all right.
"Honest, officer, I'm cool. I was a little stunned, but I'm fine. Where's the driver?"
"Your driver is okay. He's filling out the report. If you think you're okay, then it's nothing; you're the only one on the ground. Other guy's okay, too."
"That makes three of us because I am fine."
"You probably are, but we gotta take you to the hospital at least so they can x-ray you; it's a good idea in any case. Okay?"
The officer was Italian-looking with big dark eyes, dark curly hair, and an athletic body. His smiling mouth was permanently fixed in a pleasant smile. His eyes twinkled. He wasn't much older than she was, probably not Bill Bradley's age.
"Okay, I'll go. How will I get home from the hospital?"
"I'll drive you myself," said the Italian-looking cop.
"Mr. Policeman, you've got a deal."
Kay lay wrapped calmly in the blanket in case of delayed shock. She was thinking of seeing the sexy policeman once again. Smitty had finished with the other police officials and came to her stretcher to see how she was.
"I'm fine, really, don't worry. They want to x-ray me, isn't that silly? The cop said it was just a precaution and I know they won't find anything wrong, I feel fine, see."
Kay tried to wiggle all her body at once to show him she was in good shape.
"Don't do that, Kay! You might have internal injuries."
"If I do they're from last night, not the accident. Are you all right?"
"Sure, I'm just worried about you."
"Okay, cabbie, your passenger's fine, we'll take it from here. And driver, forget about the tab, huh?"
"Well, of course, Kay…"
Kay waved cheerily to him as ambulance attendants lifted her stretcher into the air and she bounced into the white ambulance found it fun to whiz through the streets at top speed, all traffic moving aside, to the earsplitting scream of the siren. The young Italian-looking policeman rode in the ambulance with her and smiled at her a lot.
The hospital emergency room turned out to greet her, or so it seemed. As soon as the ambulance pulled into the entrance there were hoards of white-coated people around it. Some of them looked like Asians. The rest were black. All of them were busy as hell.
What the ambulance attendants told them diminished the ranks of white coats and slowed the pace considerably; still the system followed its course and she was examined by three doctors, when wheeled on a skinny table to the x-ray room. The room was brown Formica and the attendant, who was also brown, was wearing a heavy rubber apron. He talked with an echo. The room was so clean it reminded her of her Aunt Ethel's house.
When she emerged with a clean bill of health the young police officer with his black leather jacket was waiting to keep his promise and see her home.
"I went to the stationhouse and got my car. I told the Sarge I was going home sick."
"Are you hungry?"
"Yes, starved."
"Would you like to have dinner with me?"