"Oh you black sonofabitch, fuck me! Sock it to me! Oh Lord, I want it all…" And she felt his dick jump, and he stopped moving but held his dick head against the back wall of her grinding, sucking pussy, and with a hoarse shout, he came. It was just one thick, hot stream of semen which made her respond with a frightening climax of her own. And then they both went into a well-earned stupor with their wet bodies still entwined, their sweat mingling and collecting in little rivulets on the leather couch. But even as Blazer was putting on his clothes, he saw Ram's backside begin a weak but steady grind, and he saw Miss Bloom respond. With some difficulty, Blazer managed to zip up his pants and he left the room, closing the door quietly on the two mating animals.
CHAPTER III
Blazer's cock was hard. It pushed painfully against his trousers, and he wondered around the halls of the hospital trying to cool off. He had just gotten things under control when he found himself in the intensive care section for heart patients. He had never made a habit of coming over here because there simply was no reason for him to do so. The nurses over here were strictly for business, and the patients were mostly men and they were immobile and monitored electronically. Ironically, most of the money for setting up this ward came from the patient who was attacked by Nellie Klutz. Here the halls were quiet and the nurses stayed at the monitoring station, and only an occasional visitor was seen in the hall. Blazer rounded a corner and found his dick jammed into the soft ass cheeks of a young woman who was bent over, walking backwards, and pulling a large chair. They collided with some force, and he had to grab her by her ample hips to keep her from being knocked headfirst into the seat of the soft chair she was dragging. It was obvious to him that through her dress, slip and nylon panties that she had felt his alert cock harden in the crevice of her buns. Blazer pulled himself away from her reluctantly and apologized. She turned and faced him, her eyes scanning his face, then his crotch, and back to his face again. She was a platinum blond, well cared for, and Blazer guessed, about in her late twenties. She wore expensive clothes and only enough make-up to be in style.
"There's no chair in my husband's room," she laughed, "and I was just trying to drag this monster in there. I stole it from another room. I hope you won't turn me in."
"Oh no, ma'm," said Blazer. "In fact, I'll help."
"It's heavy," she said, "Maybe we both ought to work together. I'll pull and you push."
Then she turned and bent over to take the chair by the arms again. And in doing so, the back of her hand touched Blazer's semi-hard dick, and when she bent over to the chair, heir hip brushed against him. He got behind the chair and began to push while she pulled. Being bent over as she was, he could see right down the front of her dress, which hung away from her beautiful body. She wore a lacy, pale blue half-bra which only managed to cover the lower half of her breast and the nipples. But even so, he could see the top half of each of her dark aureoles. Blazer felt that she must have been aware of his staring at her because she looked up into his face and then down at what he was staring at, and she made no attempt to cover herself. But too soon, they reached the room and she had to straighten up to open the door.
"In here," she whispered, and she smiled at him. Inside, there was a man lying under an oxygen tent. He didn't move when they came in, and the tent, made of clear plastic, was misted over inside with water vapor. She went over and looked down at her husband.
"He's in a slight coma. But he'll be all right."
"You seem very calm," whispered Blazer.
"Oh, we've been through this before."
"Gee, I can't see him too good through the mist, but he sure looks real young to be having heart trouble."
"The poor dear was born with it. We were trying to decide whether or not he should have an operation, but now I suppose there's no question about it. Now we have to get him strong enough to travel to Sweden for it."
"Poor guy."
"Oh, it's not as bad as it seems. We're sure that the operation is going to be a success, and he's definitely not poor. We both have a little money, that is, our families do."
"I still feel sorry for him."
"You have a nice, soft heart. But you're not soft all over are you?"
She sat down in the chair and kicked her shoes off. She folded her legs under her and her dress rose up to mid thigh.
"You feel sorry for him, but don't I get any compassion? After all, having a sick husband does pose a certain delicate problem for the wife, especially if the man can't exert himself, and hasn't been able to do so for months."
She rubbed her legs, apparently absent mindedly, as she talked, and Blazer stood over her watching, feeling his cock grow.
I… I feel sorry for you too," he stammered.
She unfolded her legs and crossed them. "Of course you do," she said.
Then she got up, and in her stocking feet, walked over to the small toilet that was set like a closet in one wall of the room. The mirror and sink of the toilet faced the open door, and she stood there in front of the mirror with her back to him and began to tamper with her hair. She stood wide legged and the tight dress tightened more around her young body.
"Did you like what you saw when I was pulling the chair?"
"Yes."
"What did you see?"
"What do you mean?"
"What was it that you were staring at when I looked up at you?"
"You know."
"Tell me, and I'll show them to you."
"Your titties… "
"You want to see them badly, don't you?" She was laughing.
"Yeh… "
She walked out of his sight toward the commode, which was hidden behind the wall to the right of the doorway. She said nothing, and all he heard was the blood rushing in his ears. His cock poked against his pants. He stood there waiting.
"Come here," he heard her say softy.
He went into the toilet. She stood there just to the side of the commode; she had piled her clothes neatly on the commode tank and now she was completely naked. She fixed her eyes on his and held a breast in the palm of each hand. Still watching him, she slowly caressed the undersides of her beautiful melons. She teased her own nipples until they stood out red and angry like bee stings. He went to her, his mouth watering, and bent to her and took a hard nipple into his hungry mouth. While he was sucking her he felt her small hands capture his stiff cock through his pants. She stroked him methodically while he sucked. He put a hand between her legs and began to stroke gently. He treated her like an expensive, delicate creature. She was obviously rich and used to the better things of life, and he was determined that she would not consider him some lower-class animal. He heard her whisper in his ear for him to take his clothes off, and immediately, he obeyed. There was a shower right opposite the commode and while he was undressing, she disappeared into the shower stall. He was thinking, when he saw her go in, that how perfectly natural for a rich girl like her to want to be clean before exposing herself to her man.
He had decided while entering the shower right behind her that he too would cleanse himself just for her. She turned to face him as he entered.
"I don't know what to say," she said.
"Just turn the water on," he replied.
"Not yet. You see, I have a little hang-up about sex. I don't always get to indulge myself as I like to, but I thought that you being associated with the medical field, you would understand. And also being so gentlemanly you'd cater to a lady's whims."
"You're so beautiful, I'd do anything for you."
"Come closer."