A VERY PERSONAL ASSISTANT | 18+

VIII

Victoria Anderson had worked as Walter Spackman's personal assistant for just short of a month, but she was by far the best thing that had ever happened to the 45 year old businessman. It had taken a little convincing, but he'd now trained her to be a 'full-service PA' as he liked to call it. Whenever the horny old businessman was stressed, his stacked assistant was always willing to provide manual, oral or even vaginal stress-relief.

At that particular moment, the beautiful blonde twenty three year old was bent over the edge of Walter's desk, completely bottomless. Her short grey skirt and pink g-string panties were crumpled in a heap on the far side of the office and standing behind the buxom personal assistant was her boss, Walter Spackman. Walter's cock was buried to the hilt in her deliciously tight snatch and his hands were tightly gripping the blonde's shapely hips as he fucked her.

"That's it Victoria, take my cock!" grunted Walter as he humped against his gorgeous assistant's posterior. Each hard thrust of his pelvis caused his hips to slap loudly against her lovely round ass and his cock to surge deep inside her tight, clutching pussy. Having ready access to the rather gullible young blonde's delightful orifices was a dream come true for old Walter.

Victoria was the most beautiful woman that Walter had ever seen. She had long, peroxide-blonde hair, enormous breasts and a nicely toned, hourglass shaped figure that nearly caused him to physically drool whenever he stared too long at her. On top of all that, she was incredibly naïve and not very smart. A perfect combination for Walter's lewd manipulations.

At first, her stress relief duties had been rather minor; Walter simply substituting his trusty old stress ball for Victoria's magnificent round breasts. But with a few clever lies and manipulations, things had quickly escalated to handjobs, then blowjobs, and eventually full sex. These days, Victoria spent more time sucking and fucking than she did typing and filing.

"Oh Mr Spackman!" groaned Victoria, her curvy body getting shunted and shoved against the desk as her boss vigorously slammed his stiff prick into her. He was evidently highly stressed today.

As Walter's thrusts became more and more frantic, Victoria sensed that the old businessman was almost ready to cum. She briefly wondered if he'd pull out and stick his cock in her mouth and have her swallow his load, or if he'd squirt in her pussy today.

At Walter's suggestion, they'd been trying to cut back on the blowjobs, Victoria's husband had been complaining about her breath recently, but despite her best efforts, Victoria regularly found herself with Walter's insistent penis buried deep in her gob.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" grunted Walter, his hard erection pistoning in and out of his secretary's cunt.

Walter gave a sudden gasp and Victoria felt him tense, his rapid thrusting suddenly halting, his cock buried deep inside her.

He gave a small strangled grunt and Victoria assumed that meant he'd chosen her pussy to unload in, but he wasn't his usual vocal self.

Then there was a strange gasp and Victoria suddenly felt the crushing weight of Walter slumping down on top of her back, pinning her to the desk.

"Mr Spackman?" she asked uncertainly.

There was no reply. Walter's cock was still buried in Victoria's twat and he still felt hard as a rock. "Are you okay Mr Spackman?"

"Call..." gasped Walter, his voice sounding exceedingly strained, "9...1...1..." With that he gave a strange gurgle and passed out.

***

The next morning Victoria arrived at work feeling rather guilty.

It turned out that Walter hadn't died, as she'd initially feared after squirming out from underneath him, but he had suffered a fairly bad heart attack. Victoria had called an ambulance and then quickly got dressed again before it arrived. Even going so far as to tuck away Walter's cock and refasten his trousers.

She'd been called by head office that morning and told Walter was expected to be in hospital for at least three weeks and that they'd send in a replacement manager to look after things while he was recuperating.

Victoria, of course, felt horrible about the whole situation. It wasn't the fact that Walter had suffered his attack while he was fucking her, but more that she was clearly not doing a very good job relieving the poor man's stress. For him to have such a bad heart attack meant that he was clearly still stressed, despite her best efforts. Victoria had to admit to herself that on some occasions, usually when Walter called on her several times in one day and her pussy or jaw was particularly sore or tired, she hadn't truly put her heart into her duties. She promised herself that she'd do a lot better if she got another chance.

The busty blonde secretary arrived nice and early to make sure that everything would be ready for her new manager. She gave the office a quick tidy and ensured that all her filing was up to date so that she could divert her full attention on whatever duties the new boss would give her. With all the cock sucking she'd been doing over the past few weeks she was a little behind on her filing.

At about 10am Bernard Beazley; Victoria's new manager, arrived.

Bernard was actually a lot younger than Victoria had expected, he looked to be in his early thirties, quite a change after having 67 year old Walter Spackman. According to the man from head office that had rung Victoria, Bernard was from the company's audit department and he certainly looked the part. Bernard was meek and rather timid looking, and his hair was already thinning despite his young age. He was dressed in a very smart three piece suit and was wearing thin rimmed spectacles, and despite the glasses thick lenses he still squinted a little as he peered at her.

"You must be Mr Beazley," said Victoria as the mild mannered auditor entered the office. "I'm Victoria Anderson, Mr Spackman's personal assistant."

"G...Good morning Miss Anderson," stammered Bernard as he shook the lovely young woman's hand. He was clearly surprised at the sight of the gorgeously sexy blonde greeting him.

Victoria had dressed her best to impress her new boss. She was wearing a black silk blouse that was stretched taut across her generous bosom and tapered in to her waist, clinging to her sensational curves. The matching black skirt she wore was very short and fit to her hips, thighs and peachy ass almost like a second skin. Beneath the skirt she was wearing sexy black tights and tall high heeled shoes that accentuated her long, sleek legs. Victoria looked incredibly sexy, but at the same time very professional, and Bernard was having great difficultly taking his eyes off her. Presumably there weren't a lot of women, or at least young and attractive women, in the audit department.

"Mr Spackman's...er, I mean your office is right this way," said Victoria as she led the nervous accountant to his new office.

Following along behind the gorgeous young PA, Bernard was a bundle of nerves. His composure had been completely blown by the sight of the voluptuous blonde, and as he followed her to his office, he was unable to stop staring at her sexy round ass, swaying seductively inside her short skirt as she walked.

"Yes," he coughed nervously. "Thank you Miss Anderson." Bernard gaze slid over the ample globes of Victoria's chest as she turned to face him again and he had to struggle to retain his professionalism and tear his eyes away. "If you give me a few minutes to settle in, I'll be with you shortly to discuss how things will work for the next few weeks, until Mr Spackman is well enough to return. Terrible news to hear of his heart attack."

Victoria blushed, unable to ignore the guilt she was feeling. "Yes, terrible news," she agreed.

With that Bernard gave a curt nod and shut the office door, leaving a slightly surprised Victoria to return to her desk in the reception area.

"Fucking hell she's gorgeous," Bernard muttered under his breath, giving his suddenly stiff crotch a rub through his suit pants. Even though he was thirty two, Bernard didn't have much experience with women, especially any as sexy as Victoria.

Bernard gave the hard bulge of his crotch a squeeze. He couldn't be certain, but he was pretty sure he'd seen the slight jut of her nipples through her silk blouse. Was she wearing a bra? The thought was too mind boggling to ponder on for long however. He had work to do.

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