Blazer was coming back to his senses now, his balls were still churning out the come, and he saw her there with her legs open and her pussy agape. Her hand was jerking him off and big globs of come hit her pussy like bullets. His asshole was still burning from her finger exercises, but he still had feeling in his cock. Now he wanted the warm haven of her cunt. He fell to his knees and pulled her hand away from his dick. He guided his cock to her pussy and sank it in. There was warmth and comfort there no sucking or jerking could ever offer. He stayed in her deeply, feeling his cock build up its strength again. It went from cartilage to bone; it now filled her pussy completely, and she hooked her legs over his shoulders. He fucked her steadily and without comment. All the comes he had had would be nothing to the one he was working up to. He knew that there was no substance left in him to give to her, but somewhere inside him there was one muscle that hadn't let go yet. But it was coming.
She began to fuck back. She tossed his dick up and down the length of her pussy. His toes began to curl, it was coming. She bit down on his shoulder, she moaned, she cried, she came. And so did he. He pistoned his cock in and out at an incredible speed and her greedy cunt scoured his balls and found enough come to drench her pussy very well. He felt himself spurting with every plunge of his cock, and he called her a bitch and a whore for draining him so. But he was relieved, and everything inside him relaxed. He became rapidly weak and slowly settled onto her lush Amazon body. And in her weakness all she could do was cradle him.
Not long after his adventure in the supply room, Blazer sat in the snack room and weakly held a hot cup of machine-made coffee in his hands. Nellie Klutz had completely emptied him. He felt like a hollow man, a cheap china doll. There was no substance within him; he consisted only of the thin, fragile outer covering which enclosed nothing. Even in his mind there was neither contentment nor discontent, but only a grey mixture in which his mind soaked while his brain and his body recovered from their recent excesses. The cup trembled in his hands as he sipped from it. And then he looked up, and there stood Miss Bloom. Her eyes were sparkling, her lips wet, and she had Ram clutched by the sleeve. He stood towering over her like a black exclamation point.
"Come, Mr. Blazer, I've been looking all over for you," she said. "I have something special I want you to do for me." Blazer got slowly to his feet and swayed there. Miss Bloom and Ram started off, and when she realized that he was not following, she stopped and turned and said, "Mr. Blazer, please hurry. I need you now." And hollow, weak, and limp, he meekly came along.
There was a nurse's lounge on the same floor as the snack bar, but it was kept closed and locked because it was scheduled to be incorporated along with two other adjoining rooms as an examination station for outpatients. The nurses had a brand new lounge in the next wing, but Miss Bloom had a key to this one. As she approached the door, she already had the key segregated from the many others hanging from her waist and she held it in front of her aiming for the keyhole as if she would win a prize if she succeeded in slipping the key into the tiny hole on the first try. And, indeed, Blazer saw that she was biting her lower lip as she jiggled the key in the lock, and he knew from past observations that it was her anticipation that was making her do that. She always did that when she was hauling him off somewhere to fuck. Then the door was open, he blinked once, and she had disappeared through it, and behind her, Ram shuffled into the room. When Blazer got into the room, she had already sat down on the leather-covered sofa with her dress well up past the tops of her stockings, and her fat, ivory-white thighs curving out of the white cotton hosiery and around the straps of her garter belt. Blazer came through the door and plodded over to the sofa, and he heard her say, "Close the door, Mr. Blazer. Please!" And he turned, like a low-grade idiot, and began to plod back toward the door. Then he heard her exasperated voice say, "Oh Ram, close the door for him. He'll be forever getting back over there." He saw a black blur and the door was closed. "Lock it," she commanded, and he heard the click of the lock. Over toward the nice soft sofa he limped.
"Look like that one Blaze what ain't got much heat," drawled Ram.
"You just mind your own black ass business, Ram. C'mon Blazer, honey, nurse Bloom'll fix you up. Did you lock that door, Whitewash?"
"I locked it," replied Ram.
"Well, undress me then. Blazer, take off your clothes, dear." Blazer sighed and arose from the couch where he had gratefully eased himself down just a few seconds ago. Mechanically he began to remove his clothes, and absent-mindedly, he watched Ram undress Miss Bloom. First, Ram took off her shoes. He was down on his knees and she held her shapely legs open while he worked at her feet, not watching what he was doing, but instead, keeping his eyes hypnotically on the thin strip of nylon that just barely covered her pussy. Next, Ram began removing her stockings. With both hands he gently grasped one leg at the ankle and slowly he moved his hands up toward the top of her stocking. His hands were forced further apart by the gradually increasing curvaceous wealth of her thighs, and when the back of his black knuckles touched her naked white thigh skin, she raised her ass off the sofa and sucked her breath in loudly. Ram fumbled with the stocking clasp.
"Oh, don't you wish you could get some of this hot white pussy?" she taunted him.
"Ah sho do," replied Ram automatically.
"Well, if you be a nice nigger I might give you some of my pee to drink."
"Yesm'm." Ram dragged the stocking off and started on the other leg.
"Goddamn," Miss Bloom grunted, "Blazer, bring your sweet cock over here."
Blazer walked over. He was completely naked and he stood to one side of her so that Ram could unbutton her uniform which was secured by a series of buttons, which ran from her neck just under her chin, down between her full breasts, and there was one naughty button right at her navel. And the last button, which Ram had trouble with because it was in the hem of her uniform which was hiked up to her crotch, and which he couldn't undo without burying his knuckle into her pussy which, in turn, caused her to moan and twist, making him lose the button again. But he did manage to get it undone. Now she had hold of Blazer's limp peter. She pulled on it like a bell rope while Ram unsnapped her bra which had clasps in the front. After her titties were free, she pulled Blazer over close to her, making him kneel down on the couch next to her. She took his uncharged fire hose and rubbed it over both of her naked breasts. She rubbed the underside of it against her red nipples and they grew hard and bigger. Ram tugged at her panties and she raised herself from the sofa so that he could pull them from her ass. She reached out and cupped Blazer's empty, but still big, balls. Ram worked the panties down over her thighs and finally extricated each foot from its silky folds. Then he licked the bottom of her right foot, and then in between her toes while she rubbed Blazer's un-enthusiastic cock under her chin. Ram sucked on her big toe. She rubbed Blazer's cock along the cheeks of her face. Ram licked the insides of her leg. She put Blazer's machine into her mouth. Up toward her pussy, Ram came along a wet, warm path. She sucked on Blazer's cock, but then she stopped and said, "Assholes for niggers, Ram. Suck my ass." She put both of her feet up on Ram's shoulders and rested herself on her spine so that her brown button was available to him, and then she went back to licking and sucking Blazer's bent pipe. Ram puckered his lips to match the puckered hole facing him. Gently he applied his mouth to her shit hole and began to eat.