| Title Story: Miriam's Exposure, Part Two |
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| Gary Bender (garybender@satx.rr.com) |
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Miriam's Exposure
Part 2
By Gary Bender
The following story deals with explicit sex, blackmail, humiliation,
non-consent. If you're not old enough toread it or it is illegal to read it
at your location, do not read it.
Bobby Carnes was taking his smoke break alone at the picnic table in Able
Construction Company's lumber yard. It was early and Bobby was more
uninspired than usual. He was 19, skinny and not all that attractive with an
unshaven face that had its share of acne. His job was to load and unload the
trucks on the dock but nothing was happening so far this Monday morning. His
thoughts returned to the "Able women". Although there weren't that many of
them he did enjoy thinking about what he'd like to do with some of these
babes.
Bobby didn't have much luck with women and he didn't have any real friends.
His approach was crude and that, combined with his appearance, didn't give
him much chance for success. He didn't have a girlfriend and his lovelife
consisted of various types of magazines, (S&M, B&D) that he used to jerk
off. Sometimes that was 3 or 4 times a day. He had tried to talk with some
of the Able women but they didn't give him the time of day. So Bobby usually
just stared at their legs and breasts and imagined them in his magazines.
As he took another drag, Bobby glanced at the windows in his building. Some
motion caught his eye in the manger's office. To his great surprise and
delight he was treated to the vision of a mature woman walking unsteadily in
front of the window. He immediately recognized her as that bitch Miriam
Webster but what really caught his attention was that she was topless. As he
watched incredulously the older woman walked directly by the window with her
big breasts bouncing freely in the air. There was no mistaking it was her
and Bobby marveled at how great her big tits looked. Bobby had always
fantasized about Miriam as she was John Wilder's assistant and the most
powerful woman in the company. His fantasies included humiliating and
punishing this stuck-up bitch. He immediately began thinking about ways to
get at Miriam as he moved toward the men's room. Bobby had to get to a stall
where he could jerk off the huge hard-on the older wife's tits had given
him.
Phil Young hung up the phone after finishing his report to Wilder and moved
toward the telescope he kept in his office. The U-shaped building surrounded
a courtyard, giving Young a direct view into Wilder's office. He had seen
Miriam Webster come into Wilder's office although he hadn't seen much else.
Phil told people that he kept the telescope for his astronomy interests but
actually he had it focused on Wilder's window so that he could always know
who was in the office with the old man. Wilder cooperated by always having
his blinds open even in the evenings.
Phil had deliberately interrupted Miriam's meeting with Wilder. He had no
doubt she was in there trying to curry favor with the boss. As her
subordinate, Young chafed at having to take orders from this older woman and
he was determined to find a way to undermine her.
As he looked through the zoom lens he was astounded to see Miriam Webster
walking by in just her white panties. Quickly Young click the continuous
camera button on the telescope. After she passed out of sight he began
downloading the images to his computer, hoping that the focus had been good.
He had noticed that one of the dockworkers was slowly walking away from the
picnic table. He seemed to be rubbing his groin as he walked.
The pictures came into view on the computer screen in very sharp and clear
detail. Young examined each one, zooming in and out, and then looping them
into a video. He could see that Miriam's big breasts were smeared by what
appeared to be semen. He also spent a good deal of time looking at her
swollen pink nipples surrounded by nice dark pink aerioles. As he watched
the wife's large breasts bounce lewdly across his computer screen he had to
admit that old Miriam had a fine set of knockers.
His first thought was that the ambitious bitch had given Wilder a blow job
but then he noticed her facial expression. Without doubt she was distraught,
even crying. He could also clearly see that her stomach and white panties
had cum spots. Young recalled that she had seemed distracted several times
during his report. Interesting, he thought as he noticed he was semi-erect
watching the wife parade toplessly across his screen. Young admired her for
a while longer, zooming in on her big breasts and nipples and seeing a
little of her legs. Her bush was covered by the panties but it looked like
she had a nice mound. Miriam might turn out to be fun, he thought.
Tom Webster had just finished watching the video for the third time. Wilder
had couriered it to him so he had it by lunch. At first he was angry that
Wilder had gone so far with his conservative wife. They had planned to just
have her show her legs or maybe even her tits but the old man had taken
advantage of the situation. After watching the video again Tom had to admit
it was incredibly erotic to see his prudish wife having to strip for her
boss. Tom had jerked off watching Wilder play with her big tits, sucking her
nipples and smearing them both with his cum. He particularly enjoyed
watching Wilder bounce her tits by her pink nipples making them jiggle to
her great embarrassment. But what really pushed him over the edge was
hearing Wilder call his stuckup wife "Tits". Tom knew that Miriam despised
that kind of language and never used it nor did she allow Tom to do so. She
felt profanity or sexual terms were for the lower classes.
He noticed something Wilder had missed, that his straight-laced wife's face
had flushed as she actually responded to the foot massage. Well, he decided,
she deserved what she got. She should have listened to him all those years.
May as well stay with the plan, he concluded, as he prepared to watch the
video again.
Miriam Webster had finally finished her work day and was driving home.
Thankfully, she hadn't seen anymore of John Wilder. Every bump she hit
caused her sore breasts to remind her of her plight. Her swollen nipples
continued to rub against her bra and she was furious and couldn't believe
she had let the old lecher treat her like that. She had been caught off
guard and things had just happened too fast. She tried to forget how Wilder
had fondled her and forced her to make him climax with her hand. "I need a
nice long hot shower" she thought.
Well she wasn't going to let him get away with it. She would talk to her
husband about filing a sexual harassment lawsuit against the old man. That
would surely cancel out any liability she had for her past actions and she
might even get a higher position, perhaps Wilder's job, with more pay. No
one at Able would need to know the details, only that she was still the
boss. The hot shower was definitely in order and then she'd relax with a
nice glass of wine.
The mature wife arrived home and took her shower and was drinking the wine
when her husband Tom arrived. She was far too embarrassed to tell him
everything that had happened so she just said that Wilder had tried to take
advantage of her and that she wanted to file charges. Tom was furious but
she was disappointed when Tom explained that the case law on sexual
harassment was very hard to prove, especially since it would only be her
work against Wilder's and he had no prior complaints on his record. Miriam
was further concerned when Tom went on to say that her mishandling of the
earlier account and her silence about her involvement was a problem. The
laws, he explained, on institutional misconduct were broad and that she
might even have criminal misconduct liability. "Oh no, not prison" Miriam
thought as her mind began spinning.
Tom then told her more bad news. He said it was possible that he might be
downsized at the firm or at least furloughed. Without his income it would be
hard to make ends meet, especially if Miriam's job was endangered. Their
whole lifestyle might change drastically and not for the better. As they
talked it became clear to Miriam that she couldn't take any action against
Wilder, at least not at this time. Moreover, she was now very worried about
being prosecuted herself. She had just finished her third glass of wine when
the phone rang.
"Hi Tits" was a cheerful voice that she recognized as Wilder's. "That's not
my name" Miriam responded but Wilder raised his voice and reminded her of
her past transgressions and added that he might speak to an attorney. "Is
that what you want, Tits?" he asked the confused wife. Miriam meekly
responded "no" and Wilder continued "I wish I was there now to suck on those
great jugs of yours, Tits." Miriam blushed deeply but was silent. Wilder
then said "are you ready for your dress code tomorrow, Tits?" Miriam said
"please, I'm a professional married businesswoman" but Wilder interrupted
her repeating "are you ready for your dress code, Tits?" Defeated, Miriam
quietly said "yes".
Wilder carefully explained to Miriam that he wanted her to wear the shortest
dress she had tomorrow along with her highest heels. She was not to wear
pantyhose but could wear thigh highs or go bare legged, her choice. He told
her to wear the brightest read lipstick she had and lots of eye makeup.
Wilder began stroking himself as he made the helpless wife repeat his
instructions, word for word. Then Wilder stunned Miriam further when he told
her she had to wear a thong. She explained to the older man that she didn't
have such a thing and he laughed and said "well, then you can go pantyless".
Miriam resignedly said she would pick up a thong tonight. Finally Wilder
told her that she couldn't wear any bra over "those great tits". Miriam
pleaded but the best she could get was Wilder's agreement she could wear a
camisole but he absolutely forbid her to wear one that also had a bra.
Miriam dutifully repeated back his instructions and Wilder told her he would
check everything out tomorrow. "Good night, Tits" he said and Miriam
responded with a subdued "night" as she hung up the phone.
Tom watched intently as Miriam dressed for work. The normally prim wife had
dressed in a white thong that showed off her nice ass. She had pulled her
new white camisole over her big breasts and, even though it was cotton and
heavier material, They both knew she was going to have a hard time keeping
from bouncing. Her nipples might also poke out if they were aroused and she
hoped her blue blouse would help both of those potential problems. She had
light brown thigh highs and her skirt was a dark blue one that she seldom
wore, it ended slightly above her knees. Her dark blue 3" heels were new as
she didn't have anything like what Wilder wanted. They had the effect of
making her legs look much better. Tom really liked the dark red lipstick and
makeup she was wearing, it was bound to catch attention. He had to hide his
erection as he watched her walk around the house.
They had talked again after she had gone to the mall and picked up the items
Wilder had instructed. In the end she had decided that she didn't have much
choice but to listen to the old pervert but she had a plan to get out of
this mess. She would talk with Phil Young and enlist his help. Although she
detested the younger man, she knew that the two of them would present a much
stronger front to Wilder and hopefully get him to leave her alone. That was
about the best she could hope for right now.
During the drive to work, Miriam self-consciously kept pulling her skirt
down as it had risen to almost her thighs. She looked in the rear view
mirror and was disgusted at the face that looked back at her. She was a
little unsteady as she walked to her office since she wasn't used to the
high heels. Of course this caused her big breasts to bounce around but she
hoped her blouse was hiding most of that.
She wasted no time in scheduling a meeting with Phil Young. His secretary
said he had a 11am available but Miriam would have to go to his office.
Sitting at her desk she continued to pull her skirt down and she had slipped
the shoes off while she was seated.
Miriam's phone rang and her secretary said a "Bobby Carnes" wanted to talk
to her about yesterday. Miriam was puzzled and a little concerned. She
thought she remembered the name but it was the reference to "yesterday" that
bothered her. She had him shown into her office.
Carnes walked in with a big smile. Sitting down without being asked he
looked at Miriam and said "you look nice". Boldly he also looked at her
chest.
Miriam was immediately disgusted and asked Carnes what he wanted. Bobby then
said "I thought you might want to get a drink or something after work".
Miriam said "what?" and then told Carnes that she not only was married, she
was also his superior and that she had no intention of seeing him this
afternoon or any other time. She finished by saying that he had better go
back to his work on the dock before he got into any more trouble.
Carnes just smiled and said "Ok, but I don't think I'm the one in trouble".
As he rose to leave he again stared at the married woman's chest and licked
his lips. Miriam didn't know what to do but, fortunately, Carnes turned and
left. Outside in the hallway Carnes thought "fucking bitch, you're going to
pay for that".
Miriam was visibly upset over the Bobby Carnes meeting. His reference to
yesterday bothered her a great deal and she knew she couldn't do anything
about his ogling her. She would just have to let it go for now as she had
bigger problems.
Around 10am Miriam's phone rang again and her secretary said Wilder wanted
to see her in his office. Nervously, the mature wife walked to the Manager's
office, passing several men who took note of her legs in the high heels and
the slight bounce of her bosom. They also noticed the change in her makeup.
Miriam was careful not to walk too fast trying to keep her big breasts from
bouncing all the more.
Wilder's secretary told her to go on in and then she took her pad and left
for another meeting. Cautiously, Miriam opened the door and walked into
Wilder's office. He was seated behind his desk and he immediately smiled at
her and said "close the door, Tits."
Miriam closed the door and said "please don't call me that. Someone might
hear it". Wilder smiled and said "so what" and then told her to walk to the
front of his desk and stand still.
Miriam walked over and stood before Wilder. He said "raise your skirt, I
want to see the thong." Humiliated, Miriam reached down and slowly raised
her skirt to the bottom of her thong, exposing her legs and thighs past the
thigh highs. As she blushed a crimson red Wilder said "pull it all the way
up and turn around slowly, let's see that ass".
Miriam gritted her teeth and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She slowly
turned around, showing the old man her thong-clad ass and mound. Wilder said
"very good, now bend over the desk and keep that skirt up."
Miriam reluctantly bent over the manager's desk while holding her skirt up
to her waist. Her big breasts were now on the old man's note pad and her
sore nipples were starting to enlarge. Wilder walked around the desk and
grabbed both of her cheeks in his hands. As he did so he began to talk to
the helpless wife.
"Nice, big ass, Tits" he said as he massaged her mature buttocks. He went on
"tell me thanks for rubbing your ass." In a halting voice Miriam said
"thanks" and Wilder slapped her bare left cheek while pinching her right
one. He said "tell me you want your ass rubbed." Through clinched teeth
Miriam said "I want my ass rubbed."
The old man smiled broadly and continued massaging, rubbing and pinching the
poor wife's ass. As he did so he explained what he wanted Miriam to do next.
He said "when you stand up I want you to take off that damn blouse,
understand Tits." Groaning though the manager's groping touches, Miriam said
"yes". Wilder gave her ass one more slap and then told her to stand up and
do as she was told.
Thankful that the groping had stopped at least momentarily, Miriam stood up
and removed her blue blouse. Without the dark garment her dark brown
aerioles were faintly visible but her nipples had already enlarged
noticeably.
Wilder reached up to the mature woman's chest and began pulling on her
nipples. Despite herself, Miriam let out a moan as the old man continued to
pull and pinch her delicate buds. He said "now tell me about your morning in
your new dress so far, Tits."
Helpless to stop her boss's pawing, Miriam softly moaned that she had been
uncomfortable in this attire and that, maybe, it had attracted some unwanted
attention. Wilder increased his tweaking of her nipples and said "go on".
Miriam couldn't think clearly under the older man's assault on her nipples
and she blurted "ooh, aww, one of the dock workers, a kid, came into my
office, ooh, ouch, and he wanted a date, ooooh, please, oww". Wilder stopped
working on her nipples and began to squeeze and knead the helpless wife's
big breasts through the thin camisole material. He said "what did you tell
him, Tits?"
Although not as painful as her sore nipples, Miriam's big breasts were also
sensitive after their attack yesterday. Wilder cupped them at their base and
began to bounce them up and down and to the side. Again Miriam had a
problem in thinking straight while her big breasts were being bounced
obscenely in front of the man's face. Breathing heavier now she groaned
"umm, I told him no and to uuumm, to leave".
Wilder stopped his attack and told Miriam to sit down in the chair. He went
back around to his desk chair and said "now here's what you're going to do.
You will call the kid back and tell him you're sorry and that you'd like to
go out. You will also tell him you like younger men and that you play around
on your husband. Have this done by COB today; I'll be checking with him to
make sure. Now bring your chair around here and put your feet on my lap."
Silently Miriam slowly moved her chair to Wilder's side of the desk and put
her high heels on his lap. Wilder again smiled broadly and gently removed
the wife's heels, one at a time. Then he reached up her skirt and slowly
pulled down her thigh highs, removing them from her manicured feet. Miriam
was frozen, unable to believe this was happening to her.
Wilder began sensually massaging the older woman's pretty feet. As he did so
he asked her what her shoe size was.
"Seven" Miriam responded dreamily. Wilder kept up the rubbing and fondling
of her feet while Miriam seemed to drift off. Occasionally he would reach
down and kiss the normally prim wife's feet and gently suck on her toes.
Forgetting where she was, Miriam began to moan softly as Wilder kept up his
attention on her sensitive feet.
Slowly he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect member. Miriam had her
eyes shut as he put her pretty feet on either side of his cock. "I've waited
a long time for this footjob" he thought as he began to move her feet up and
down. Miriam opened her eyes and was aghast at seeing what the old man was
doing. The purple head of his penis was engorged as it pushed between her
delicate feet. As he pumped harder, Wilder said "you're a great footbabe
too, Tits" shattering her remaining complacency. Before she could do
anything Wilder bucked wildly and shot his load all over her manicured feet,
ankles and lower legs.
Wilder took a deep breath and then told Miriam to put her shoes back on and
to take care of the matter they had discussed. He warned the totally
disheveled wife that he would check with the dock boy to make sure she had
complied.
Miranda slowly moved her feet from the old man's crotch. She was totally
disgusted on being used as some fetish plaything. She looked for something
to use to clean the old man's spunk from her feet and legs. Seeing her,
Wilder reached over and pickup up her blue blouse. He wiped himself and then
he tossed it to Miriam saying "you won't be wearing that anymore today."
"Oh no" thought Miriam. She couldn't use the blouse now with Wilder's semen
on it and she didn't have anything else to wear. Reluctantly she wiped her
boss's cum from her feet and legs. Then she put her knee highs back on along
with her heels. She looked pleadingly at Wilder.
"You have work to do, Tits". Wilder said waiving his limp penis obscenely at
the stricken woman before putting it back and zipping up his pants.
Part 3 soon.
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