My Manager's Fuck Toy Pt. 02

The company's staff was sitting in our founder's suite at the Belmont Stakes, and Andi was trying to get my attention.

I was sitting with the other assistants, sipping cocktails, shooting the shit, and half-watching the races.

Andi was staring at me in a way that wasn't subtle. When I looked at her, she put her tongue in her left cheek, the universal sign for wanting to blow me.

We hadn't been very discrete over the past few weeks. Our time in the office had become less about doing our jobs and more about fucking each other's brains out.

She had ridden my face on her desk. I had throat-fucked her as she dangled her head over the side. I had tongued her asshole as we 69ed on the couch. I had fucked her doggystyle as she pressed her tits against her office window, giving all of Manhattan a show.

Whatever caution we'd started with had gone entirely out the window. Still, this seemed reckless, even for us. We weren't in the relative privacy of her office. We were at the fucking Belmont Stakes.

But Andi was insatiable. When she wanted her fuck toy, she got her fuck toy.

I glanced at her again. She spread her legs just enough for me to see up her dress. She stuck her tongue into her cheek again, then mimicked jerking off a cock into her mouth in case I'd somehow missed the message.

I quickly turned away.

Andi didn't like that. She stood up, walked over to me, and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Brad, can I speak to you?"

The other assistants turned to me with shit-eating grins on their faces. Everyone in the office knew what we were doing.

Andi knew that they knew. She just didn't care.

"Yes, Miss Bowers."

I followed her out of the suite.

"When I tell you I want that cock, you give me that cock. You're my fuck toy. Don't forget it."

"Yes, Miss Bowers."

We weaved our way through throngs of spectators down to the stable area.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," Andi said.

We flashed our stable passes to security and were waved through.

We sauntered down a walkway past horses, jockeys, trainers, and owners.

Andi was scanning for a place to drain my balls.

"Miss Bowers, this is insane," I said.

"Grow a pair, Brad," she retorted.

Near the end of the walkway, Andi found an empty stable. She grabbed my hand and pulled me in.

She shoved me up against a wooden beam.

"When you try to deny me, it just gets me hotter," she said.

Andi ripped open my seersucker suit, sending buttons flying. She tore open my dress shirt, exposing my chest.

She bit her lip, a twinkle in her eye. As detached as she tried to act, I knew she couldn't get enough of me.

She licked and kissed my chest, working her way down my abdomen toward my cock.

She undid my belt, unzipped my pants, pulled down my briefs, and took my cock in her hand.

"Fuck my throat," she said.

Andi slid my cock into her mouth.

I pulled her hair out of her eyes, gathered it behind her head, and began to thrust.

I froze as a person passed by the stable.

Andi didn't stop. She either didn't notice or didn't care. She took over, pushed herself down to the base of my shaft.

The person moved on, unaware.

Andi devoured my cock like she was famished.

"Miss Bowers, I'm going to cum."

She pulled me out of her mouth.

"Not yet, you're not."

She stood, pushed me off the beam, and turned around. With her right hand on the wood for balance, she hiked her dress up with her left. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Fill me up, Brad. And be fast. Before we get caught."

The risk only made me harder.

I slid inside her.

She was dripping, moaning.

"It's so perfect."

I started fucking her doggystyle.

Her ass clapped against me as I drove into her.

I gripped her waist and fucked harder. Faster.

She was moaning loud enough to be heard across the stables. Any fear of being caught was gone.

"I can't hold it," I groaned.

"All of it, Brad," she cried. "All of your cum."

I exploded inside of her. It was the largest load of my life.

Exhausted, I leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, my balls totally drained.

Andi turned around and kissed me, moaning slightly as I dripped out of her.

"So that's why you two have such great chemistry."

We turned.

The founder of the company stood watching us, smoking a cigar. Our reflection glinted in his sunglasses. His face was emotionless.

Andi and I said nothing. We'd been caught.

The founder shrugged.

"Whatever works. The results speak for themselves. A small request, though. No more fucking next to piles of horse manure. Have a little dignity."

He turned and walked away.

Andi and I looked at each other. There was something new in her expression. She seemed... enamored?

We both burst out laughing, overcome with relief.

She ran a finger on a stream of cum on her leg and licked it.

"I bet he thinks about this later tonight."

TO BE CONTINUED