Walter Spackman had hit the jackpot as far as he was concerned. Martha, his grouchy old personal assistant had finally retired at the ripe old age of 67 and he had just hired a much younger new assistant, Victoria Anderson. For a horny old lech like Walter, Victoria was a dream come true. Not only was she the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes on, complete with long peroxide-blonde hair, huge tits and a killer body, she was also the dumbest, most naïve bimbo he'd ever met.
Twenty three year old Victoria was married, but if Walter had been married to such an impressionable young beauty like her, he would never let her out of the bedroom. During the job interview Walter had been constantly squeezing his ever-present rubber stress-ball, afraid that if he stopped he wouldn't be able to help himself from leaping across the interview table and giving the voluptuous blonde a thorough rogering. Her sexy innocence drove him crazy, every lewd comment he made going right over her head. When he purposely threw his stress-ball on the ground and Victoria bent at the waist to retrieve it for him, the view of her spectacular ass in her tight skirt had almost caused him to blow his load.
That interview had been last Thursday and now on Monday afternoon he was almost at the end of his first day being assisted by the beautiful and sexy Victoria Anderson. Walter had definitely made the most of it. He had called Victoria into his office at least twice an hour to pick up spilled objects or retrieve files from the lowest drawers in his cabinets. Victoria had worn black trousers on her first day and although he didn't get much of a look at her spectacularly long and sleek legs, the trousers fit like a second skin and her beautifully rounded ass looked amazing in them whenever she bent over and presented it towards him.
Victoria wore a relatively low cut purple top, it's plunging V-shaped neckline displaying a good portion of her impressively large tits and impossibly deep cleavage. If he had to compare her breast size he would put it somewhere in the Pamela Anderson, Carmen Electra Baywatch kind of range. Definitely more than a handful for anyone who was lucky enough to get their hands on those impressive jugs.
As well as having her bend over whenever the opportunity presented itself, Walter also made a point of standing over her as she worked at her desk. Leaning over her shoulder a number of times to point out things on her computer screen and also get a brilliant view down into her mind-boggling cleavage.
Despite all his not-so-subtle leering, Victoria seemed completely oblivious to her new boss's lecherous attentions. Walter however was absolutely crazy with lust, constantly squeezing his stress-ball for all he was worth. At this rate he would probably need a new one before the week was out.
At about 4.30pm Walter could take it no longer and decided he would head home and let off some steam with a good long masturbation session in honour of his lovely new personal assistant.
As he walked past Victoria's desk he saw that she was bent over, rifling through one of her drawers, her lovely round ass pushed out towards him. After his day of restraint he could no longer resist. As he moved past her he reached out and patted one of the firm round globes of her buttocks, his whole body tingling as he finally laid a hand on her perfect bottom, her tight fitting black pants doing nothing to disguise the glorious softness of her ass.
"Oh Mr Spackman!" yelped Victoria in surprise at the pat, jerking herself upright and spinning around to face him, a look of shock covering her beautiful features.
"Just a little pat for a job well done," Walter assured her, doing his best to look nonchalant. Inside he was fighting the urge to give her big tits a great big squeeze through her top.
"Oh, okay," replied Victoria, she looked a little confused and concerned, obviously not too happy with being touched by her dirty old boss.
"Don't worry Victoria, think of us like a sports team and think of me like a coach. A little pat to congratulate you is perfectly normal," inside he was very worried now. His impulsive action could get him in a whole world of trouble if Victoria complained about sexual harassment.
"Oh," replied Victoria, appearing appeased by his reply. "Well if you put it like that, then thank you."
"Great," Walter replied, grinning widely. He couldn't believe he gotten away with it. Victoria certainly wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. "Well I'm off home, I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Okay Mr Spackman."
Walter reached around and gave her another quick pat on the butt and then he hurried headed for the door. The memory of the way her lovely round butt cheek had felt against his palm would certain fuel his fantasies tonight.
***
Day two went equally well as far as Walter was concerned. Victoria had worn a pair of charcoal grey slacks and a black blouse. He'd greeted her with a pat on the ass, gently touching first one buttock then the other with his right hand as he walked past. Victoria hadn't even blinked at the treatment.
Once again throughout the day his stress-ball got another thorough workout as Walter did his best to get plenty of viewing time on Victoria's ass and cleavage, as well as several more pats on her perfect ass. As the hours went by the pats got a little harder, and by the time he headed off at 5pm, he gave her a firm slap on the bottom before slipping out the door on his way home.
***
By Wednesday Walter decided he wanted to push his luck and see if he could have a little more fun with Victoria and take full advantage of her slow wits and naïve nature.
He waited until around morning tea time before calling Victoria into his office.
"Is something wrong Mr Spackman?" she asked cheerily as she entered his office to see Walter sitting at his desk looking very upset and stressed about something.
"Yes, something's very wrong. Have you seen my stress-ball?" he asked her anxiously.
Victoria frowned, she had noticed that the balding executive almost always had the blue rubber ball in his hand, squeezing it repeatedly to keep himself calm and collected. "Umm..." she murmured thoughtfully, "no I haven't. Do you want me to have a look around and see if I can find it for you."
"Yes please Victoria, it's very important that I lay my hands on it, I can't focus without it and my work is very important."
"Of course," said Victoria, she would hate to think that he couldn't do his work on account of losing the ball.
For the next half hour Victoria searched high and low, checking every inch of both Walter's office and her desk and filing area just outside. As she searched, even getting on her hands and knees to check under desks and cabinets, Walter followed her around, taking every opportunity to either stare at her ass or look down her top, depending on the position of her body as she hunted for his stress-ball. What Victoria wasn't aware was that Walter's stress-ball wasn't even in the office. He'd actually taken it home with him last night and purposely left it on his kitchen table.
"There's no sign of it at all Mr Spackman," announced Victoria at last, sighing in defeat.
They had returned to his office and Victoria was sitting in a chair beside him, a position he often had her sit when she was doing dictation. He got a kick out of the way her bosom jiggled in her blouse when she tried to write extra quickly.
"This is a big problem," Walter said, his voice very stern. "Without the ball I won't be able to work."
"Is there anything I can do?" asked Victoria anxiously.
Walter sighed and looked her up and down, his gaze finally coming to rest on her expansive bosom. Victoria was wearing a tight fitting white blouse that stretched taut across her chest, the buttons almost threatening to pop free. The material of the blouse was ever-so-slightly transparent and Walter could make out the material of a lacy bra beneath.
"Yes, perhaps you can help me," he replied, thoughtfully eyeing her bust.
Victoria didn't appear to notice that he was talking to her chest rather than her face. "Great, what can I do?" she asked eager to please her new boss.
"Well I need something round and soft, something very squeezable to keep my hands busy and focus my thoughts. My stress-ball was perfect, but perhaps you can provide me with an alternative." He gestured vaguely in her direction.
"Sure, what do you need Mr Spackman?" Victoria asked him.
"Your breasts," Walter replied, licking his lips in eager anticipation.
"My breasts?" repeated Victoria in surprise. Her hands rose up to unconsciously cover her chest.
"Yes, they're perfect!" said Walter with great enthusiasm. "They look like a nice healthy handful and I'm sure they're firm, yet squeezable."
"You want to use my breasts as a," Victoria swallowed, "as a stress-ball?"
"Yes, yes!" agreed Walter. "They're the perfect solution. You don't mind do you Victoria?"
His stunning blonde secretary hesitated, frowning as she tried to think through what he had just suggested.
"You said you'd help," he reminded her. "After all, your job as my personal assistant is to provide me with a full support service. It's not like I'll be feeling you up or anything, it's just for stress relief."
"Um," Victoria still wasn't sure what she should do. "Okay Mr Spackman," she said finally, after all it was very job.
"Wonderful!" Walter said happily. He immediately reached out with his right hand and grabbed hold of one of her large round boobs, giving it a firm squeeze through her blouse and bra. "Very nice," he said, "your breasts are perfect."
Walter ran his hand over the generous expanse of Victoria's left breast, letting the large round orb fill his hand. "Maybe a little bigger than my stress ball, but still perfect."
He then started to squeeze, kneading the firm flesh of her ample bosom through her clothing, letting his fingers sink into the soft mound of her big tit. Walter hefted her left breast up in his palm, feeling the weight of it, and then resumed squeezing and groping, making sure to keep his attention focussed on just her left breast.
Victoria remained still as a statue, sitting silently in her chair as her boss squeezed and groped her breast. The busty blonde avoided any eye contact, the whole situation was making her feel rather uncomfortable, the idea of him using her tits as stress-balls made her feel like she was being used like an object.
