Then What About Brad

Then what about Brad - an Elise side adventure fanfic. Ch. 3

********* 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 is going even deeper into the relationship between Brad and Elise.

The story includes elements of cheating and cuckolding.

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Monday and Tuesday the following week Elise spent on a marketing trip with Mr. Wight, the president of the company, but on Wednesday she was back at work, something Brad noticed. To be fair, everyone noticed when Elise was in the office, because she was one of their top performers as well as a natural center point in a group. And truth be told, there was nobody in the office, male or female, who had not at one point wished to be with her.

Just after lunch Elise received an email from Brad, where he stated that he had some questions regarding a reporting form and if she might pop by at her own convenience before she went home for the day. Elise honestly thought he had a question regarding reporting, so she made it over to his office immediately when she got the mail. Brad had to use all the filler words imaginable to man in order to explain that he found the solution to his non-existing problem but might be in need of some stress relief later on, if she had time. Then it occurred to Elise what he was actually asking for and a smile emerged across her lips.

"You are so cheeky! You don't have to play coy, you know. I'll be back later and then you can show me what you're too embarrassed to show me now," she chuckled as she went back to her own workstation.

At the end of the day, she texted Kevin that she would have to work a little bit extra tonight. She then headed over to Brad's office, entered and closed the door behind her. Brad was laid back on a couch with a cloth over his eyes and forehead. The moment she saw how he was placed, she quickly dimmed the lights and went over to him, and in a soothing voice asked how he was feeling and if there was anything she could do to help.

"You have no idea of what kind of stress ocean I'm in at the moment," he replied in agony, and continued. "You know about the new location they have been talking about? Mr. Wight called me today and told me they want me to head that office."

The pain was obvious in his voice.

"Wow, you got it! That's amazing, congratulations! That's a huge step upwards and an amazing opportunity for you! I'm so happy for you!"

Elise forgot for a moment that Brad did not seem to be in a celebratory mood and flung herself down on top of him to give him a hug, almost knocking the wind out of Brad in the process, who groaned a bit from the sudden impact. She lifted her head and removed the cloth.

"Somehow I'm picking up that you're not equally thrilled about the situation," she said with a small grin, and then added, "What's up with that?"

Brad looked into Elise' enchanting eyes and sighed.

"I hope Kevin knows how lucky he is."

He placed his hands tenderly on her buttocks and caressed them slowly while continuing.

"You are so goddam perfect in every sense! Both inside and out! You're gorgeous and beautiful, and SO! FUCKING! HOT!" he said with a determined voice, and squeezed her cheeks with each exclamation. "You are kind and caring to everyone around you. Your colleagues all love you - not just your 'cookie day' and 'angle duty', which is such an excellent addition to this work environment, by the way. No, they appreciate you far deeper than that, because you didn't change, even if your title and tasks changed. You are still the lovable and bubbly Elise as always, and we love you for it!

"And now, you have enough energy to care about your idiot boss. I'll tell you what's up with me sulking like a spoiled brat. I feel utterly and totally inadequate for the task at hand, what with my brilliance with the reports and what not. And that just makes it double terrible!"

Brad concluded his rant with a little laugh and a solid squeeze of Elise's glutes. Elise, despite being on the brink of tearing up, had the solutions ready, as she was never one to back down from challenges. She was deeply moved by Brad's endearing words and would cherish them forever, but now she was focused on her boss' situation and tried to find the silver lining and the ways forward and upward.

"First of all, as a branch manager, you'd only have one report to fill out, and it's a text document, so you are good there. Secondly, you have the perfect people skills to manage a large group of workers, so that's another checkmark, and thirdly," she said with a little pause and a smirk, "you have a huge cock! So, no need to feel inadequate."

They both laughed at the last remark.

"But, seriously," she continued, while sitting up on top of him, "you could always apply to have some help in the beginning. Like, tell Mr. Wight that you'd like me to come down one or two days a week to help you get things rolling. I know more about the administration than you do, and besides, it falls under the spokesperson tasks to help out in the other locations."

Elise had started some slight gyrations during her brainstorming and Brad could feel himself becoming hard from her movements. He still had his hands firmly on her butt cheeks, and now he started to direct her movements to increase his own enjoyment. This adjustment was not lost on Elise, who gladly went along with his directions.

"That sounds like an excellent idea," he proclaimed with a beaming smile.

"I really liked your third argument. Care to elaborate?"

Elise could clearly feel his boner and chose to move forward in her mission to establish why Brad was the right man for the job. She was more than happy to elaborate and knew just how she would achieve her goal. She made her riding movements more deliberate, while giving him her affirmations.

"Oh, you mean the fact that you, sir, have a magnificent pleasure rod in your shorts, and that whoever gets to behold it, let alone touch it or feel it...or worship it...or...engulf...it, should praise themselves lucky for being in the presence of such a perfect specimen," she said seductively, while putting on a little show of touching herself as well.

Elise truly was a master of ego stroking. Brad was aching for release, but not quite satisfied with dry humping this goddess, and so, he sat up and planted a solid kiss right on her lips. After a lingering moment, he pulled back and placed his forehead against hers, and while staring into her eyes, he whispered:

"I could really do with some stress relief right now."

Elise was slightly taken back by the intensity of the kiss but caught on to what Brad was asking for quick enough.

"Well," she began, while placing her hands on his chest and pushing him back down on the couch with her hands and forehead, "In that case, boss, you need to lie down and close your eyes."

She reached up her hand and made a closing movement over his eyes and, all the while half whispering affirmations and soothing words, started to kiss her way downwards, from his lips and cheek, via his neck and torso, albeit on top of his clothes, until she reached the fly of his trousers. She opened the fly, fished out his stone hard cock and immediately began her worship of his penis. Brad let out a groan from her admiration.

"You are such a zen master at this, Elise. In ten minutes, you have turned my head around and eased my doubts quite a bit, and shortly all my stress will be in your stomach."

Elise just made a gentle shushing sound and continued her blowjob, utilizing all the tricks she knew, and just as Brad had said, she could feel him tensing up.

"I told you to relax," she said in a mock stern voice, while she slowly jerked his member. She kissed along the shaft, down to his balls and up again, while she told him between kisses, "this feels quite tense. Such a rigid rod. A pleasure pylon. A mouthwatering member."

They chuckled at her words of praise, and Elise took his head back into her mouth. She gave the top part a good tongue bath, before going to town on his complete length. Elise was on a mission, and decided to blow Brad's mind. She placed her hands on his hips and lifted her head so that only the tip of his cock was in her mouth. Then she jolted down to the hilt and back up, repeatedly pistoning up and down. She applied suction and tongue in all the right spots and amounts, and Brad could not believe the efficiency of this blowjob.

"Here it comes!" Brad grunted through gritted teeth, and Elise went all the way to the hilt so that Brad could shoot his seed directly into her stomach. And shoot he did. Each shot accompanied with an aggressive grunt, heading not a single thought to Elise's well being. Animalistic and raw, he came down her throat until he was out of ammunition.

When Elise could feel Brad's bucking had subsided, she withdrew and licked the shaft clean. She then placed it back inside the underwear and trousers and got off the couch, thinking that her job was done, and Brad could need the rest. He was sighing and panting, and seemed perfectly content with his situation. But as she stood there next to him, Brad opened his eyes and looked up at her. Then he rose up and pulled her into an embrace of deeper meaning, and engaged her in a deep, tongue twisting kiss, while caressing her back and butt. Elise reciprocated Brad's advantage and soon had her hands in Brad's hair and did not object when he started to lift her t-shirt. They broke the kiss long enough for the garment to pass between them, before resuming their passionate exchange of saliva.

In a swift motion, Brad had turned Elise around, and he was kissing her neck while mauling her boobs before he pushed her forward against the couch and took hold of Elise's leggings and thong and pulled them down to her ankles. He then got on his knees and started to vigorously eat out her ass and pussy from behind. Elise reached one hand down to unhook her foot from the ankle binding but lost her balance and fell forward onto the couch in a rather awkward position. They got rearranged, with Elise on her back, completely naked and knees next to her ears, and Brad munching and fingering her perfect pussy. Elise's top three pussy eaters were Kevin, Emily, and Vincent, with Ryan in a strong fourth place, but Brad's performance could easily get him into the top three if he kept this up.

Brad, who knew nothing about his chances for a bronze, just kept up focusing on providing as much pleasure to his employee and savior of the day. With relentless gusto and commitment, he was determined to get her off at least twice before he would let her go. Elise was completely lost in pleasure, rambling utter nonsense among moans, before she entered a silent scream as the first orgasm hit her like a truck. She nearly blacked out and tried to close her legs to handle the explosions in her nerve endings, but Brad would only give her clit a breather, as he continued his assault on her pussy with full force.

Elise felt the wave subside a little bit, before it was again building deep in her guts. She did not notice that Brad, while having his tongue buried in her pussy, managed to shed all his clothes except his t-shirt, nor that his dick was starting to become, yet again, a steel rod of life-giving force. She did, however, notice when Brad inserted first one, then two fingers into her ass and started to slowly twist and work them in and out. The pain was tangible, but not that bad. Pussy juice and girl-cum is not the optimal lubricant, but much better than none.

"Get the lube from my handbag," she managed to say between pleasure moans.

Brad lifted his face from her crotch for long enough to locate the handbag conveniently placed at the foot end of the couch. He reached for it with his foot and handed it to Elise, who swiftly produced a handy bottle of lube and gave it to Brad. He took out his fingers from her ass, removed his t-shirt and started to lube up her asshole and his cock. Elise watched him in action and bit her lip in anticipation of what was to come. Brad started to grind his cock against her clit, just like last time, and with a vaguely determined orientation of his cock, he placed it against her pussy - just like last time - and looked into her eyes as he penetrated her pussy once again. They both moaned as he plunged deeper and deeper, and once fully inside they locked in a hot kiss. After a few moments, Brad lifted his head and started some small rocking movements.

"So, I was thinking that I should warm up a little bit in here first, just like jerking off, you know, so it's not actually sex. Besides, I've heard somewhere that it's only the first load that contains actual sperm, so it can't really be sex with the second load, because you can't get pregnant."

Brad had thought well and hard about possible loopholes to Elise's rules, but he could see in her eyes that she was not entirely convinced, so he quickly back tracked a bit. "But, as I said, it's just a little jerking off warm up, so it's not a big deal anyways," he continued, while keeping up his strokes.

He then started kissing her again, and at the same time did ten rapid thrusts before pulling out and getting up on his knees. He put some more lube on her asshole, then placed his tip against her tight entrance. Elise held her legs as far back and out as she could, and when Brad entered her ass, they both groaned in utter pleasure.

On the first penetration he got one third of his cock inside her. He withdrew slowly and added some more lube before giving it a second go. While holding each other's gaze, Brad laid his weight behind the push and Elise relaxed as much as she could. She was tighter this time, since she had not used her plug first, but as she had come to learn from her other anal adventures, slow and steady wins the race.

"Yes, baby, that's it. Nice and slow, all the way inside me," she said, encouraging Brad to keep pushing. The endearment was not lost on Brad, who kept up the pressure, determined to bottom out in this S-tier ass. "You have such a big cock. Ooh, that's deep. You're going to split me in two with that spear. So hard, so strong. Keep pushing, baby," she kept on, before reaching up to caress his hair and face.

The penetration felt unreal to Brad. Elise's ass was unbelievably tight around his member and it felt like he was going to snap if he made any sudden movements. He started with some very subtle sawing movements, and by a fraction of an inch he got deeper with each thrust, until he could feel himself being buried to the hilt in Elise's glorious butt.

"Finally!" he exclaimed in a whisper, before he lowered his head and their lips and tongues met in a ferocious kiss, during which he increased his rocking.

"That's it, baby! Aah, yes. You're fucking my ass again. Oh, so deep. You like that, huh? You like fucking my tight asshole? Ah, yes! Right here in the office. Oh, shit, that's deep. Keep fucking me," Elise chanted, along with several other curses and moans.

Brad delivered. His thrusts were becoming deeper and stronger, egged on by her words and moans. He pulled all the way out, accompanied by lusty groans from both of them, and added even more lube, before entering once more, and this time he did not stop before their pelvic bones collided.

"Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Make me take your fucking log!" Elise cheered Brad on as he built up a steady rhythm, pummeling her tight backdoor. He wanted to savor this moment, but she was too damn hot and sexy, and the words coming out of her mouth spurred him on, giving him no choice but to accommodate her orders. He increased both the speed and the reach of his thrusts, pushing forth a delicious moan and profanity from Elise every time he bottomed out. He kissed her mouth, he kissed her neck, he pinched a nipple, all the while pistoning in and out of her asshole.

Brad was used to working out and had stamina for a lot, but the toll of the day's happenings, in combination with the cardio extravaganza that was fucking Elise's rectum, made even him tired. Through gritted teeth and a solemn determination he kept up the pace for another fifteen strokes, before he collapsed on top of Elise. She gasped and breathed heavily from the rough pounding she had just received, but soon she would caress him, from the back of his head all the way down to his glutes.

"I want you to cum for me," she whispered, as they lay there in a tight embrace. "I want to look into your eyes as you dump your load deep in my ass," she continued, while kissing his ear and the side of his head. "I want," she lifted his head so they could see each other. "No, I need to experience your power as you impale me on your superior rod and fill me with your seed," she said before kissing him deeply and urging him to continue.

There they laid, on top of each other on a couch in a missionary position, completely naked, kissing and giggling among mutual groans and moans. The situation was far more intimate and tender than that of mere colleagues having a sudden romp. Brad was falling hard for this vixen, and Elise was smitten by the passion she saw in Brad's eyes. She cared for him, but she would not admit to being in love.

Lovely - a word that would sum up the scenery to any bystander. The only thing breaking up the puffy, pink clouds was Elise's dirty talk that would put any old sailor to shame, as Brad's penis resumed its ramming of her anal cavity. They kept on increasing the pace, and when Brad's second load of the day filled her ass, they both cried out in ecstasy and hugged in a tight embrace. They stayed like that for a whole minute, Brad panting and claiming this to have been the orgasm of the century and Elise all the while stroking his hair lovingly, before her legs started to cramp, and Brad released her from the confines of a contortionist.

They dislodged and cleaned up as best they could, even though the workout had left them sweaty and exhausted. Elise checked her phone and saw that Kevin had okayed her message and told her he was heading over to Shawn's and Matt's place and that she could come there when she was done working. This would give her a chance to actually get cleaned up before meeting her boyfriend.

As they were leaving, Brad grabbed hold of Elise and held her close through a tender kiss.

"Thank you for everything," he said, as the kiss ended. "Not just for the mind blowing sex, but for being such a pillar of support through thick and thin. You are a perfect companion, and I hope that Kevin knows how lucky he is."

"That's sweet, baby, thank you. I think you're wrong, though. I'm the one who's lucky to have him. And, just for the record - we didn't have sex, just some sexy fun," she said, before they left Brad's office and walked through the now abandoned floor.

Outside, they hugged each other farewell, and Elise headed over to Emily's place since it was closer to Shawn's and Matt's, and she needed to talk through these new developments with Emily anyways, as well as getting new underwear and probably fresh everything. She could feel Brad's residue seeping out of her ass and her sweaty, sticky thong grinding against her clit, getting her slowly worked up again.