JERRY gets SCREWED( F/M revenge)
Jerry Gets Double Screwed 

I am a secretary/receptionist, and I work for Jerry See. He normally is a very
nice guy. He flirts with all the girls. Usually in an understated way. Except
when it comes to me. I probably wouldve gone out with him ages ago, except I
have so much fun getting even with him at work,   who needs a date?

Im Jerrys secretary, and nobody gets in to see him except they have it ok'd by
me. Jerry answers to the man who is 2nd in command. A man apparently fond of
all of Jerrys short commings. A man who is somewhat of a prude, and in my
opinion, needs someone to bring him out of his shell. 

Jerrys office is quite beautiful and well decorated up on the 20th floor, with
a beautiful view of the city, a wet bar, a huge couch,  a TV on which he
usually watches CNN or stock reports, a stereo, a top of the line computer with
5 ISPs, an errand boy, a research girl, and me. When Im away from my desk
Marcie who is a few yards down the hall takes over my receptionist duties.

Once  we were explaining some financial reports to the #1 head kahuna, while I
stood next to Jerry and he was sitting in his chair behind his desk.. Jerry had
managed to reach up under my skirt without the big boss noticing, and fondled
my rectum, pussy and clit through my crotchless  slick nylon underpanties.I
wont say it didnt feel good, but I was terrified the big boss would fire us
both. He got me so wet and excited, that as soon as the boss left, I had an
orgasm standing at Jerrys desk. I tried to pretend he hadnt got to me, but he
could see by the look on my face that I hat when I walked out on the way to my
station, I slipped and fell flat on my back, he had his camera ready, and got
all kinds of photos of me in various humiliating positions:    one of me
falling down, a photo showing my skirt hiked up to my face with underthings
exposed, one of me turning on all fours to get my footing and exposing my
nearly naked derriere---because sometimes I feel freer not wearing panties, and
Jerry knows this, (having molested me on several occasions as I have already
mentioned), and last but not least--my falling over my desk as if I were asking
to be rear mounted   when all I wanted was just to be able to get  to my chair
and call the janitor  to vaccum up those little round BB's. Oh---Jerry was
hysterical with laughter.

The last crazy thing Jerry did to me was last week, when we had an office full
of VIP's. About 8 or 9 from all over different parts of the company.
He fished out the icecubes from his drink, got behind me, and put them down the
front of my blouse without anybody noticing, just as they all headed into his
office to look at some charts we had prepared for them. This made my nipples
rock hard. I hoped nobody noticed .Well, when they would saunter out to stretch
their legs in my lobby, their eyes would go straight to my breasts and the big
wet spot there with the pointy nipples. I suppose they were wondering how that
wet spot got there. I almost felt like yelling, NO, JERRY DIDNT CUM BETWEEN MY
BOOBS WHILE YOU GUYS WERE IN THERE! I couldnt believe how they stared!!.

Once he put a whoopie cushion in my seat. Can you believe I actually sat on it!

Once he put Tobasco sauce in my morning coffee. 

Well I happen to know that the big  boss is somewhat of a pervert from what his
secretary has told me. He paid her hush money and has her bring in prostitutes
every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. In his memos however, he always warned
his executives not to engage in hanky panky or they could face severe penalties
due to charges of sexual harrassment and sexual misbehavior.  So everybody in
the company had the idea that he was a straight ace. Not a little old dried up
man     who had sex adventures in his office twice a week. No one wanted to
cross the old man. Most tried to behave themselves and established a measure 
of decorum.

After enduring years of this crazy, but loveable guy, I decided to "get even"
with Jerry. And so I told him his researcher had quit and I already had a
replacement. The research girl had just taken the day off. I had given her the
day off so I could work my little joke on Jer. So I got a call girl service to
send over a naughty girl to take care of Jerry. 

Jerry welcomed her to the company and they shook hands. I had already filled
her in on what I wanted to take place. She fed him, she massaged him, she
poured his wine,  she rubbed his feet.  And when he got horny, she sucked his
meat, but not to orgasm. No, she was saving that for last. I had arranged for
the #2 boss to visit us, but I had to be sure of the timing, when he arrived I
was to knock once on Jerrys door, then the hooker would perform her last and
final feat: her performance as a rodeo queen. For she had put on her cowgirl
outfit. They both wore  cowboy pants with the butt cut out, no shirts just a
tie, and cowboy hats. They both were a little high from the wine.

Suddenly I saw  him---the #2 man way down the hall, about 500 feet away in this
huge bldg. I knocked once, and ran in the little coffee nook where I had
installed a peep hole so I could spy on Jerrys office. I saw the blond pull on
her dildo harness, with interior and exterior dildos, allowing both people to
be fucked. I saw Jerrys eyes get wide with fear, she grabbed him so he coudnt
get away, then she pulled out a tube of KY lubricant and bent him over the huge
executive desk to grease him up. She smeared KY over her dildo penis, and more
KY on Jerrys cute butt, cock and balls, making him more excited than afraid of
a butt fucking, finger fucking him as she did it. His anus was stretched more
and more. He was getting more and more enthused as she put the tip of the dildo
in his rectum and slowly entered him, bit by bit. His cock was happy.

The #2 boss was still coming, only now I could hear his foot steps as well, and
with him was the  old dried up man who owned the place. 

"Is Jerry ready for our conference?" #2 asked. 

"Yes" I said, and pushed open the door. 

But they were so busy, Jerry didnt notice them for a while. The big blonde  was
fucking his ass brutally with the big dildo, pinching his nipples. Jerry took
the whole thing like a man, or should I say woman. Yes, she had fucked him like
a woman would be fucked. I suppose this would be humiliating enough, plus the
fact that Jerry couldnt resist or say no because she was taller and heavier and
stronger than him. He really had no choice. And all of a sudden he came,
shouting and shooting spunk everywhere. His hand clutched his prick as they
leaned over the desk  with Jerry  impaled on the hookers plastic  penis. 

She still gave him little orgasms and twinges of pleasure as she gently wiggled
the thing in his ass slowly. Soon he began to  realize they had visitors. He
yelled and ducked down . The men laughed and  the big boss said what a great
imagination Jerry had, cowboy outfits!. The prude asked me for the name of the
girl. And Jerry hid behind the desk in his cowboy duds, as the now dressed
hooker walked out. Then both bosses said, "Good show! Gotta go now. Tell Jerry
it was nice of him to introduce us to such a nice and creative girl."

Finally I had the perfect chance to ask him, "Hey Jerry, how was the ride????"