Why Blondes 3

part 1

Early Monday morning

As Paul exited the elevator and walked the empty hall to his office, he felt a creepy tingle on his neck.  Nothing so far had happened to make him feel this way, no thought had crossed his mind as yet, and he could not imagine why he felt the sudden pinch of dread.  It was far too early in the morning for anyone else to be in the office.  Perhaps he heard the skyscraper creaking because of the lack of the usual businessy noises.

Paul shrugged his shoulders and concentrated on the tasks ahead of him today.  He had almost reached his office when he heard sounds in his office.  Peeking around the corner, he saw Jeanine rummaging through his credenza, a small pile of papers askew on his desk.  He knew he’d left it clear the previous Friday, and his anger rose watching the intrusion of this most disagreeable woman.

Paul entered his office quickly and closed the door with a bang.  Jeanine looked up startled and stood with her mouth open, eyes darting from Paul to the papers on his desk to the door and back again.  He waited in silence for her explanation. 

Her eyes narrowed in the silence, and she finally spoke.  “I suppose you think you’ve got something pretty special here,” she spat.  “I wouldn’t get too excited about it.  You’ll just make things worse for yourself by making a scene.”

“I have no desire, nor need, to make a scene here,” Paul replied.  “You’ve done quite well by yourself.”  He smiled a cold, mirthless smile.  “You will have some explaining to do, my dear.  Even your cronies in our boardroom won’t be willing to bail you out of this one.”  As he spoke each word, he saw her face, a pretty one in the best of circumstances, change from shock to fear to near panic, then to anger and hatred.

“I’ll take care of THAT,” she hissed.  “You will never get an upper hand on me this way.  in fact, I consider this meeting fortunate, as you are going to bring yourself down as a result.”  With that, she passed the desk and strode purposefully toward him.  She raised her hand as she neared him and sped up to strike.  Paul ducked to the side of her onrush and she flew past, just missing striking his neck as she tumbled by.  Now between Paul and his office door, she went directly for the knob, only to find it locked.  Paul reached over and covered her hand in his, intending to pull her away from the door to open it himself and toss her out.  Jeanine mistook the gesture and reached around to strike him with her other hand.  He leaned in against her, the blow missing his face and flopping over his shoulder.  In a tight clinch now, he struggled to hold onto the hand he gripped as she tried to get free.  Her free hand grabbed a handful of his hair and she tried to pull him away.

Paul felt himself losing his grip on the doorknob and stepped back to regain his balance.  Jeanine released his hair and went at the door again.  Paul composed himself in the middle of the office and watched her struggle with the locked door.  See that it would not open for her, she turned to him, flames of hatred in her fiery eyes.  Her body shook and she growled deep in her throat, the feral growl of a cornered animal, and she charged.  Paul, still smarting from her pulling his hair, decided to end this confrontation once and for all and decked her with a single chop to her neck.  Jeanine crumpled to the floor and lay there in a heap.

Paul stood looking at her, the adrenaline draining from his system.  He felt like kicking her in the head, but under the circumstances, could not bring himself to do it.  He considered simply throwing her out of his office into the still vacant hallway and making her do the explaining.  He also thought of chucking her out of the window and teaching her, in an unfortunately fatal way, what it is like to be a bug hitting a car windshield.  As he contemplated his next move, his doorknob was jiggled.  Someone was at the door!  A  new surge of adrenaline surged through his body.  A knock on the door, and “Paul, are you here?”

It was Bea!  What a break, a friend visiting at this early hour, though she might be curious about the prone figure on his office floor.  Having no choice, Paul unlocked and opened the door, pulling Bea inside and reclosing it before she could speak.  He motioned for silence and pulled her over to his couch, where he hugged her hard.  She returned his hug warmly and worriedly gestured to Jeanine’s fallen form.  He whispered in her ear the basic outline, pointing to the desk and credenza.  Her eyes widened as he related Jeanine’s attack and finally his blow that silenced her.

Paul drew back and looked into Bea’s eyes as she digested the scene.  Quickly she came to an apparent decision.  “You stay here and keep her quiet,” said Bea.  “I have just the thing for your friend there.”  Paul opened the door and she slipped out silently.  He returned his attention to Jeanine, who was still out cold.  He felt like kicking her again, but instead lifted her up and placed he inert form on the couch.  He checked her vital signs, breathing, pulse, and all seemed normal.  Her loose flowing dress was disheveled but he made no effort to straighten it out.  He paced the office and stared out the window in turn, waiting for…what?  Bea obviously had something on her mind, and figured it would resolve his problem, but he could not imagine what it was.

After about ten minutes, he heard noises in the hall outside.  A soft knock on the door was followed by Bea’s voice.  Paul took a deep breath and opened the door.  Bea walked in behind a large container, the kind you’d see on a large television set or refrigerator.  She wheeled it before her expertly, stopping at the side of the couch.

“Now, quick!  Put her in this box and we’ll get her out of here.  There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.”  Paul followed her direction and opened the box, positioned it on its side, then lifted Jeanine from the couch and put her in the box.  She still hadn’t moved, though she was breathing more deeply than before.  Together they closed the box and sealed it.  Bea said, “I’m going downstairs to the loading dock to move my car into position.  You bring her down the freight elevator and I’ll meet you there.”

Paul nodded, opened the door and let Bea out.  He quickly put papers back in place before following, closing the door behind him.  The freight elevator was at the back end of the office, among storage areas and a computer room.  He wheeled the box through the empty office, straining to hear the sounds of arriving staff members, his heart in his throat.  The elevator took what seemed forever to arrive, but no sound or movement was apparent behind him as he ducked in and pressed the button for the basement.

Paul relaxed for the first time since that creepy feeling hit him as he got off the elevator earlier.  The feeling of relief, tempered as it was by his continuing peril, continued to calm him and he thought the situation through.  Jeanine had it in for him and clearly did not expect him to arrive as he did.  She also was looking for something – but what?  The papers he’d put away before leaving his office were not of particular importance.  He had fixed her wagon, but in doing so he was taking a road that was one way.  He’d have to do something with her, something drastic, and the thought was making him angry.  The Stupid BITCH!  He breathed deeply and cleared his mind again.

Then there was Bea! He thought.  What the heck was she doing there so early?  How did she get in?  What was with the box – was it actually intended for HIM?!?  Were Bea and Jeanine in cahoots for some reason – man-hatred or whatever sickness Jeanine evinced – were they after Paul?  He shook his head and dismissed the thought.  And yet...

The elevator opened on the loading dock.  A mini van was parked at the closest berth, engine running.  Bea stepped out of the driver’s door and walked to the back.  She looked excited and scared.  She opened the door and pursed her lips and brow at him, indicating her desire for Paul to “hurry the bleep up!”  He wheeled the crate to the edge of the dock, removed the cart, and jumped down.  Between the two, they manhandled the box into the van.  Luckily the rear seat was missing, and the crate fit snugly into the back of the cab.  ANOTHER coincidence, thought Paul.  Much too weird, so I’d better be on my guard…

After climbing in the van they eased out of the dock area.  The guard was walking down the ramp opposite the van, back turned to them.  Bea turned left onto the street and they were gone.  Paul let a deep breath out and stared ahead.  Bea looked at him nervously intermittently, while guiding the van through the early morning traffic.

They arrived at Bea’s place and pulled around back.  Bea went to open the garage door and Paul opened the back of the van.  He pulled the box out and hitched it to the cart, dragging it into the garage.  Bea closed the door.  Paul opened the box and found Jeanine inside, still apparently out cold.  He lifted her out and she slipped back out of his hands, dead weight.  He laid hold of her dress and pulled, ripping the material down the back.  Nervous now, he lifted her, again ripping the dress, this time from skirt hem almost to waist.  He let out a low frustrated growl, Bea giggled, and finally Paul lifted and carried Jeanine in the door, laying her on a couch in the main room.  Her dress was a mess, the back open exposing her bra strap and skirt torn up exposing her thighs.  She seemed to be still unconscious.

Bea grinned at him and reached down to her torn back and suddenly ripped the dress from her back, yanking it down her arms, exposing her shoulders and giving Paul a glimpse of Jeanine’s breasts held captive in her bra.  Bea took the shreds of dress and tossed them aside.  Paul’s adrenaline was up anyway, and he took hold of the skirt part and ripped it completely off, flipping Jeanine over in the process of unwrapping her waist.  Jeanine moaned, awaking finally.  Paul saw that she had a pair of tiny cloth panties, now half off her ass from the assault, and he beckoned Bea to them.  Bea grabbed the little panties and pulled them off her hips in a quick move, then pushed the groggy woman over onto her stomach again.

Jeanine was now laying on her face, ass in the air, and Paul and Bea found something they had not expected at all.  Protruding from Jeanine’s ass was something plastic; oval, about one inch in diameter and two inches long, a deep deep blue color!  They looked at each other and suddenly Bea laughed.  Paul laid hold of the thing, which he found he could grip easily, and slowly pulled.  Out of the woman’s ass came a thin dildo, and it kept coming, and coming, and finally fell out, Jeanine’s ass making a soft !pop!  The thing was eight inches long at least.

Jeanine was coming around.  She had coughed when they were stripping her, and now she moaned and slid off the couch, catching herself with her hands.  Clearly she was not back with the living yet, though.  Bea unclasped her bra strap, and her breasts tumbled out and hung in the air. 

Paul was definitely excited now.  Jeanine’s ass faced him, and her sex was tantalizingly hidden just below the soft flesh .  He saw hair peeking out and decided he would take her then and there, and work out the details later.  He glanced at Bea, who was also hot, standing stiffly staring at Jeanine.  He nudged her and unbuckled his belt.  Bea suddenly came to life, smiling widely.  She knelt down by Jeanine and motioned for Paul to get undressed.  He merely dropped his pants and shorts, and massaged his cock as he decided how to penetrate the bitch before him.  Bea reached between Jeanine’s legs and eased them apart, not wanting to be too rough and wake her up before Paul had his chance. 

Paul flipped off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.  He knelt behind Jeanine and grasped her hips.  Bea lay down on the floor and crawled under Jeanine.  As Paul moved in, Bea clasped his rigid cock and guided it to Jeanine’s cunt.  She rubbed the cunt gently, cooing and pulling gently on Paul’s cock, now fully stiff and anxious for contact.  Jeanine moaned again and tried to raise her head, but Paul grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her head back down on the couch, face down.  Bea was now working his cock across the cunt lips, moistening both man and woman from their juices. 

Jeanine brew a sharp breath and tried to rise again, but feeling Paul’s hand on her neck, she relaxed and fell back to the couch.  Now her moans changed in tone and timbre, and Bea withdrew her hand, allowing Paul to sink his member into the proffered cunt.  He sank in slowly, and Jeanine began wiggling her ass, sucking his cock in deeper inside her. At last Paul hit bottom, and he leaned heavily on her back, both hands now on the back of her neck and head.  He relished the depth of his penetration, the violation of his adversary.  He raised up and pulled out, or almost out, and sank in again.

Bea sat up and moved behind him.  She loosened and removed his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt.  She took his tie and placed it around Jeanine’s head, covering her eyes.  Paul moved his hand and she tied it, tight, around her head.  She lifted Jeanine’s head to check that the tie completely restricted the woman’s vision, then dropped it back on the couch.  She smiled at Paul and sat on the couch next to Jeanine.  Paul was pumping Jeanine with increasing vigor, and Jeanine’s hands grasped the couch tightly.  She pushed back with her hips, forcing Paul deeper inside her.  He grasped her hips and ground his loins against her ass, his cock reaching her cervix and seeking past to her womb.

Bea reached over and held Jeanine’s shoulders, pushing her torso back, trying to force Paul deeper inside Jeanine’s increasingly wet cunt.  Jeanine leaned over to Bea and nuzzled her thigh blindly.  Bea moved a leg, and Jeanine’s face lay in her crotch.  Paul held still, his cock buried in Jeanine.  He lifted her back toward him, driving his cock impossibly deep in Jeanine’s now dripping pussy.  Pulling Jeanine’s arms back toward him, he motioned to Bea, who quickly stripped off her skirt and panties and sat back down directly in front of Jeanine.  Paul eased the helpless woman down to the couch.  Jeanine found herself between Bea’s legs, face against Bea’s soft pubic hair. She sighed and craned her neck to get at the prize hidden in the light hair.  Bea arched her back allowing Jeanine to reach the spot. 

Jeanine nosed her way between Bea’s nether lips and kissed her hole gently.  She repeated this several times before opening her mouth and French kissing Bea’s pussy.  Bea squealed with delight and grasped the back of Jeanine’s head, guiding her actions.  Bea closed her eyes and leaned back, holding Jeanine’s head tightly against her.  Jeanine deep frenched Bea’s cunt, engulfing the organ with her mouth, sucking and pulling and kneading the soft flesh, inciting Bea’s juices to flow and swallowing them as rapidly as Bea poured them out.

Paul had watched long enough.  He withdrew, almost completely, and then pushed in again, testing Jeanine’s reactions, careful not to upset the lovemaking before his eyes.  Jeanine was transfixed on Bea’s cunt, seeming oblivious to his movements, so Paul began to push more quickly.  Soon he was riding Jeanine high, slamming into her to the hilt, his balls slapping against her cunt hair and splashing her fine lubricant all over.

Bea lifted her legs and rested her feet on Paul’s shoulders, completing the harmony and rhythm of their movements. This lifted her hips also, exposing her anus.  Jeanine’s tongue now flicked between Bea’s cunt lips and her ass, with each pass getting closer to the bud of Bea’s back hole.  Paul was now slamming Jeanine’s cunt intensely, his gorge rising, and Jeanine suddenly stiffened and let out a long grunt, climaxing from the scent before her and the pounding of her pussy.

She came in spurts, and re-lubed Paul’s dick with her juices.  She was now sighing, moaning and crying, burying her face again in Bea’s sopping pussy before her.  She reached around Bea’s ass and massaged her anal bud with two fingers, poking through the tight muscle gently and withdrawing in rhythm with Paul’s rapid and effective thrusts.  Jeanine’s ass dropped a bit, no longer able to keep up with Paul’s pounding, and he finally slipped out, hard and slick with her cum. 

Paul stood and pulled on the tie around Jeanine’s eyes, lifting her head away from Bea’s crotch.  He guided her face to his own sex and pushed his member against her lips, which opened and took it in.  He was terribly excited now, and using the tie as a handle, he shoved his cock deep in her throat repeatedly, nearing his own climax. 

Bea was helping by pushing the back of Jeanine’s head as he thrust.  Bea was extraordinarily hot and coming on her own, flicking her clitoris with her fingers, Jeanine’s hand still massaging Bea’s asshole.  Finally Paul could resist no longer, and just as he began to pour his seed down Jeanine’s throat, he ripped the tie off her head, allowing her for the first time to see her attackers.

Jeanine’s eyes opened just as Paul squirted his first load of jism into her mouth.  He looked her straight in the eyes as he thrust again and again to her throat, spurting repeatedly and finally spilling the remnants of cum as his dick softened. 

Jeanine’s eyes were hard to fathom.  When she first looked up at him there was no flicker of recognition as she concentrated on handling the large cock that came in her mouth.  As Paul’s initial intense orgasm gave way to his emptying his balls in her, Jeanine’s eyes grew round and clearly showed fear.  However, she worked hard to empty his balls and swallow every drop, giving him head expertly and with passion.

He had no more seed to spill, yet he remained inside Jeanine’s mouth.  He was comfortable, and she apparently was unwilling to release his cock as it detumesced.  She sucked on him intently, not so hard as to hurt, but enough to keep the blood flowing so that as she took him in, he continued to hit her throat.  She now cupped his balls in oone hand, massaging them to release the last drops of immature sperm that lingered between his testes and the shaft of his dick.  Paul had not had a blowjob like this since, well, since Bea had given him head on Friday!

Bea was watching all this between slitted eyelids, petting her own pussy after coming gloriously while watching the two before her climax.  Jeanine’s hand was still at Bea’s ass, one finger having broken the seal of Bea’s anus and now trapped inside until Bea decided to release it.  Paul was leaning over Bea, having come around to Jeanine’s side and had one foot on the couch and one on the floor.  He smiled at Bea and reached down to tweak her nipple through the cloth of her blouse and bra.  She arched her back, inviting the gentle pinch and laughingly sighed. 

Jeanine still held Paul’s dick in her mouth, but it was now hopeless.  He swiftly softened and finally pulled himself out of her sucking mouth.  He sat on the couch next to Bea and put his arm around her.  Bea leaned forward so his arm could drop down around her waist, then stood briefly to remove Jeanine’s finger from her asshole.  Jeanine gratefully collapsed to the floor on her back and gazed silently up at the two.

[more:  Paul demands Jeanine explain what her problem is with him.  Paul and Bea use their new toy girl some more, then it is back to the office]

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Porzu

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Dear Reader:
In at least two of my stories  you’ve read of the protagonist (hero of the story) hitting women and knocking them out.  Don’t think for a minute that I condone physical violence toward women.  I do not.  The man who punches or otherwise strikes a woman in any situation other than self-defense is a coward and a bully.  Many men beat women because they can not get it up. Impotence is not your partner’s fault, so get real and DON’T BEAT WOMEN.  Get help instead.  porzu