Then what about Brad Ch. 02

Then what about Brad - an Elise side adventure fanfic. Ch. 2
********* DISCLAIMER ***************
Captain_Ron has written several stories about the lovely Elise. In one of these stories (Wedding Bells ch.1) there is one question that Elise's friend and maid of honor Emily asks her, when Elise claims to have been totally faithful to her boyfriend all the time they have been together: "Then what about Ryan, or Brad, or..."
In my opinion this implies quite a bit. So much in fact that I will try my hand at narrating what might have happened.
Yes, Captain_Ron has given me permission to write these.
Yes, these are fanfiction and can not be considered canon.
Yes, it would help a lot to read the original works first, but these should be readable on their own. That said, some references will only make sense if you are familiar with the original stories.
There are several of these stories. They intertwine every now and then. This chapter takes us behind Brad's office door.
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Brad enjoyed his position as manager of the sales team. He liked the products and the people in his department were all putting in top effort, which did not go unnoticed by top management. He would often receive great reviews and words of praise for the efficiency and skills demonstrated by his team.
He would bring these greetings, along with the occasional reward, back to the seventh floor, where they would celebrate and cheer each other on. People were in good spirits and it showed. Naturally, Brad did not fool himself to think this was only due to his magnificence. No, he was acutely aware that the addition of 'cookie day' and 'angle duty' had made more people turn up in the office and go full speed, instead of going full speed from home.
Every time they reached a milestone there would be a gathering in the office and Elise would be there - always in a cocktail dress, since it was a worthy occasion. The compliments would rain down on her and she would do a twirl and be her lovingly, flirty self - to everyone's enjoyment.
Yes, Brad truly loved his job, and now that he was encouraged to study everything about Elise's attire without the faintest trace of embarrecement, he saw no downside to this job. Or - there was one issue that Brad did not feel all that great about. Spreadsheets. He could read the reports and charts, and could handle numbers and accounting well enough, but those goddamn spreadsheets taunted him every time he wanted to perform even the easiest of tasks. Now he was facing such a task and the clock was ticking. It was Friday evening, most of the building was empty, but here he was - stuck with an uncooperative computer file from hell.
At the same time, Elise was gathering her stuff after another successful cookie day. This one had been a little different, as she had worn white yoga pants and a cropped black t-shirt with a band logo and a scantily clothed, hot, female demon. The pants would become quite sheer when the material was pulled tight, so she had done several stretches on top of the conference table. The loose t-shirt had, in several poses, given the audience ample sight of her boobs. They had all loved the performance, even if she had kept her clothes on the whole time. She had however noticed that Brad did not attend the lunch session, but now she saw that the light was still on in his office, so she decided to peep by to see if everything was OK.
Brad sat hovered over lots of paper and apparently tried to work out something in a combination of a rather nasty looking spreadsheet on his computer screen and the myriad of information bits on his desk. Judging from the pile of coffee cups he had been at it for quite some time. Elise lingered in the doorway for another moment while taking in the scene. Brad was indeed a very good-looking guy with gorgeous eyes and a well-trained body, but now that he looked stressed and tired, she felt an instant need to care for him.
"We missed you at lunch," she said with a soft voice.
Brad didn't even seem to startle, but only lifted his eyes from the papers onto her frame in the doorway.
"Hello there, gorgeous! Yeah, sorry about that. It's just these reports and people not capable of using spreadsheets is a killer combination for accruing bonus work that nobody wants," he said with a tired smile.
"Anything I could help you with?" she asked while entering his office and closing the door behind her.
"Actually, another set of eyeballs could probably spot the problems a lot faster, thanks!"
Brad was eager to jump on the offer for several reasons. It was Friday and he had a date planned. Elise used to do some of these tasks before she got her promotion, so she would no doubt have lots of insight, and lastly, Elise was a wonderful person to be around, with her bubbly personality and scorching hot body.
Boss or not, he would definitely tap that if given the chance. During the company retreat she'd Escort given him a blowjob and a handjob, and he had made her cum with his fingers - and her boyfriend was onboard and OK with everything. And this new tradition with a cookie day every fortnight was driving him almost insane with lust for this vixen. So yes, it was easy for Brad to accept her help. Maybe he would even get in some angle duty while she was there.
Elise sauntered over to his desk and bent over to take a closer look at the screen. She knew the reporting process by heart and had a few guesses where Brad might have gone wrong. She could feel how his eyes were wandering along her figure and she made a point of bending at the hips to make sure that her pants would tighten as much as possible on her tight bum.
"Well," she began without looking at him so as to not catch him red handed ogling her, "it would help if you used the correct form."
She turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes with a broad smile on her face.
"Goddammit!" Brad exclaimed, with clenched jaws. "That's the most embarrassing thing ever. I know I'm not great with these forms, but that is such a rookie mistake," Brad said with a look of defeat on his beet red face.
"You seem pretty stressed, and you did miss our lunch gathering today. Let's get that fixed first and then we will handle the report afterwards," Elise said with a beaming smile and her best Builder Bob attitude.
Then she stood up, turned towards Brad and got down on her knees between his legs, leaving Brad speechless in his chair. She was still flying high on the built up horniness from her biweekly performance earlier, and that in turn dictated her current actions.
"I've heard from several guys that I give a pretty good stress reliever, and if memory serves me correct you were pretty content when we did this during the retreat, so I guess we could test that now as well, if that's OK," she said while opening his fly.
"Just let me know if you'd want me to stop," she continued while fishing his now erect cock from his trousers.
"I'm totally OK with this form of relaxing," he answered with a slight sigh over his own stupidity with the form, but mostly due to this turn of events.
He had hoped for a repeat performance after the company retreat and now it was happening. Elise stroked his cock slowly while licking up the underside of the shaft. Brad lifted slightly from the chair, just enough to push his trousers and boxers to his ankles.
"Now, your job is to close your eyes and relax. Concentrate on your breathing and just let go of all that's on your mind," she said in a soothing voice while licking and kissing her way up and down his engorged rod, all the time stroking it.
Then she took the head in her mouth, and after a few moments while swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, she engulfed the entire length in one fluent motion. She held him there in her throat for a few seconds until Brad had regained his composure. Then she slowly withdrew and started bobbing on half of his cock while jerking the bottom half with her right hand and cradling his balls with her left.
Brad could not believe his luck. Just this morning he was certain that this day was determined to be his demise as all of his reports came back with major faults and mistakes, and he would probably have to work through the weekend to fix the issues, missing out on his date with Melissa and a perfectly nice weekend. Now, not only did he have a solution in sight, but he also had his cock in Elises mouth, and she was doing an excellent job of draining his stress in a rapidly oncoming orgasm.
"You are so good at that. I'm gonna cum very soon," he managed to squeak out in between short-breathed pants.
Elise responded by doing a couple of deep throat maneuvers before she yet again concentrated on stimulating Brad's glans. She noticed the telltale of him cumming and swiftly lodged his cock between her lips so she could taste and swallow his seed while she continued to jack him off. Brad informed of his imminent arrival just as the first spurts hit Elise's tongue, and Brad uttered his pleas to some divine being.
The taste was better than she remembered from the retreat, albeit with a tinge of coffee that tasted a bit sour. Pineapple was definitely a major part of Brads diet, she gathered, as she kept on jacking and swallowing, and Brad kept up his devotional moment of 'oh god' and 'oh fuck' in alterations. When she was certain that he was completely spent, she licked him clean, before lifting his garments back up his legs and tucking the joystick back inside his trousers.
"Now that your stress is relinquished, let's see what we can do about your reports," she beamed up at him with her wonderful smile and sweet eyes.
Brad could only nod in affirmation, as she had drained more than just his stress. With a small chuckle, Elise got up, got herself a chair and started to search for the correct form, Escort Bayan while Brad caught his breath. Just under thirty minutes later the reports were back on track, and Elise did a quick check to make sure the numbers were indeed correct, while Brad used this opportunity to squeeze in some angle duty. 'That butt was sculpted for worship,' he thought to himself.
Brad was so incredibly relieved - both from her administration to his stress level, but also for saving his date with Melissa, even though Elise knew nothing about the latter. She was of course just happy to help, and now that Brad would be able to finish the rest of his reports in short order, she headed home to Kevin and a weekend of sex and fun with her handsome and wonderful boyfriend. She could not wait to tell him about today, in as much convoluted detail as only Elise could master.
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Several weeks passed with much of the same, which for Elise meant traveling on marketing runs, busy office days with sales and meetings and every so often a cookie day, with flashing, stripping and the occasional lap dance as a reward.
For the current 'Cookie day' event Elise came well prepared in a sundress and nothing else. She even went barefoot just to emphasize how close she was to being totally naked at work. The gathering at lunch was a raging success, which left Elise in a somewhat heightened state of arousal. The guys seemed to really like her butt plug. She did however notice that Brad yet again missed out on the show and that is why she also, yet again, found herself heading to his office at the end of the day when the rest of the team had gone home for the weekend.
Brad did not hear her approach at all as he was deep in concentration over this new spreadsheet he had been instructed to use and his shocked squeal was every bit authentic, even if the pitch was far higher than one might expect from a man of his size, when Elise started rubbing his shoulders.
"Woah, calm down, champ! Didn't mean to scare you," Elise chuckled while still rubbing his shoulders.
"You almost gave me a heart attack, babe," he pantingly replied, while theatrically holding a hand to his heart.
"You just looked so worried and stressed, I figured you needed some stress relief again. Also, you didn't attend our lunch gathering - again. Makes a girl feel unwanted, you know," she teased him while rustling his hair, before she moved in between him and his desk.
Brad moved backwards to give her space and give himself an opportunity to take in all of her glorious figure. She placed her hands on the desk behind her and leaned back so that she was sitting on the edge.
"Care for a private show? Or, is this...?" She gestured at the papers on his desk and the computer screen. "Perhaps some stress relief is warranted," she teased in her most sultry voice while jutting out her chest, which made her hard nipples strain against the fabric of her dress.
"Any chance I could have both?"
Brad felt certain that Elise knew what she was doing by coming in here at this time of day dressed like she was, but he wanted the slow progression to linger just a little bit longer. His dick was already hard as steel and he could not wait to be in her mouth again, but he willed himself to take it slow. The teasing was exquisite, albeit slightly painful. But the reward would be so much better. Elise bit her lower lip.
"Who am I to deny my boss whatever he asks for," she answered teasingly, while scooting herself onto his desk and crossing her legs.
She lifted the hem of her dress so that it only reached mid-thigh. Then, while leaning back on her hands and strutting her chest, she uncrossed, spread, and crossed her legs again. Brad tried as hard as he could to maintain eye contact, but failed spectacularly, and once he failed, he did not try to hide it either, taking in all the wonderful curves and crevices of his employee. Elise was starting to get into her 'Cookie day' routine now and took control over the situation.
"Are you going to be able to keep your hands to yourself," she asked while jumping down from his desk and unbuttoning quite a few buttons on her dress, "or should I ask you to sit on them for this next bit?"
"I solemnly swear I'll be good...ish," he replied with a beaming smile.
Elise returned his smile and leaned forward by the hips, placing her hands on his thighs, so that her cleavage was right in front of him and her face just inches away from his.
"I have no doubt in my mind that the 'ish' will become very prominent shortly, but I trust you, I guess," she said in a whisper.
Then she kissed his nose and stood up slowly, while running her hands from her thighs, over her boobs and into her hair. She started swaying and dancing with slow, deliberate motions. She got totally into her striptease run and gave it her all, including grinding on his legs and groin with her butt.
It was at that time Brads 'ish' came into play and he ran Bayan Escort his hands along her thighs, bringing her dress with them, and brought them all the way up her back and over her head. Elise did not object. She in fact raised her arms to give him free access to take her dress off and helped him once it cleared her head. And while she was busy chucking the dress onto the floor, Brad's hands reached around her torso and took a good hold of her glorious breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. Elise leaned back against Brad and took hold of his head before she turned and whispered into his ear, "I guess 'ish' came to play at last," before giving his ear a quick lick.
She then grinded her butt harder on Brad's boner while he continued to play with her hooters. Brad released her right tit and started to move his hand downwards, while panting, "Just like at the retreat," next to her ear.
"I remember some other things from the retreat as well," she replied playfully, while gliding down between his legs and turning around, "which brings us to the next part of your wish, good sir."
Elise opened the button, and zipper, of Brad's shorts, then took hold of both them and his boxer and pulled them down and off his legs. She licked her lips at the sight of Brad's proud member, and without further ado, she went to town in impeccable Elise manner of blowjob mastery. Brad's trip from the first touch of her tongue and lips on his glans, through suction and deep throating to blowing his load into her stomach could best be described as a rollercoaster on fireworks in perfectly seared ribs with velvet violins - or 'fucking amazing'!
One moment Elise was down on her knees, swallowing the last drops of her boss' cum, the next moment she was laid on her back across his desk with Brad eating her out like there was no tomorrow. She was already thoroughly winded up from her cookie day performance at lunch and just now having Brad's gorgeous cock in her throat, so getting her off would be a walk in the park. It was made even easier since Brad quite obviously was very good at what he was doing, and Elise was only so happy that the office building was more or less empty. She was not as successful as Brad at withholding her moans and groans, and it did not take even five minutes of Brad using all the tricks in the book before she came.
Brad stood up, removed his shirt, and used it to wipe his face a bit before taking in the sight before him. Elise in all her glory was sprawled out on his desk, panting. Her hair flowing over the far edge, her beautiful face with a light sheen of sweat and a slight blush from her most recent small death. Her toned neck and shoulders and those magnificent breasts, rising and sinking with her deep breaths. Her tight tummy and trimmed landing strip, her glistening pussy and the silver colored buttplug. Her firm thighs and calves, and those cute toes. She was indeed a goddess to behold, and she was laying on his desk. Brad senior could not believe his luck, and Brad junior had been idle for long enough and was again ready for action.
"Wow, that was quite something," Elise managed to say after calming her breathing somewhat.
"Believe me, babe," Brad replied while stroking his cock, "The pleasure was all mine! In both cases," he added while taking in her beautiful form.
"Oh, it wasn't totally void of pleasure on my part either," she chuckled as she sat up on her elbows and looked at him.
Brad stepped in between her legs and placed his member on top of her pubic mound and started to stroke himself against her clit as she lifted and spread her legs to give him better access.
"That feels really nice, Brad. And it looks quite delicious as well, don't you think? Almost like a sausage in a bun," she mused while sensually biting her lower lip.
"Well, instead of a 'hotdog' we could make it a 'corndog', you know," he replied while pushing the tip further and further down for each stroke.
"I see what you mean, but I don't know. That could possibly lead to us having sex, and that'd be cheating, you know," she replied.
Brad continued to stroke while pushing his tip downwards, and due to his hardness and her wetness, the inevitable happened. The head of Brad's cock got caught in her opening, and instead of gliding along her slit, Brad buried a good two inches of himself in Elise, which they both acknowledged with a loud groan of pleasure.
"Oh, shit. Sorry about that," Brad managed to utter while still being inside Elise.
"My god, you're big! Oh, lord, that feels fantastic!" Elise replied while lying back on the desk with one hand pinching a nipple and the other massaging her clit. "No worries, though. Accidents happen, and you didn't mean to put it in. We just have to make sure you're out before we're having sex, you know," she added with closed eyes and hands working her sensitive parts.
"Uh, can't say that I do. What do you mean 'before we have sex'? This is not it?" Brad asked, genuinely puzzled by her statements, while slightly starting to move in and out.
"No, it's not sex, not yet anyways, but I think it will become sex quite soon, since we're discussing it. Ooh, that feels so nice," she trailed off in a moan.