Brad Mondo Nude Novels & Stories

He thrashes just as Harry finishes and stumbles back. “The first time is always messy,” Harry mutters awkwardly, stepping aside. Braden scrambles off the bed, swaying, horrified. “You little bitches!” he roars, pointing with a trembling hand. “What the fuck have you done?!” “Now, Braden, don’t be a little bitch,” Gaia coos sweetly. With a flick of her wrist, she powers on the mirror-TV, looping the live stream. Braden staggers, eyes wide as the footage replays, echoing his humiliation. His gaze drops to his ruined cock, shredded and barely hanging.

I have never felt this much embarrassed in my life. Brad looked me from up todown like a scavenger examining a fresh carcass. “well, I am in an open relationship. I heard that you are still a virgin. Never had a boyfriend. Never had sex…? I could help you out… just follow me to the gym and I will teach you how to grind” he wiggled his hip clockwise mockingly. “no one wants a girl that smells like cow poop, Brad” a guy next to Bay voiced. “I don’t mind as long I have a nose mask and a hand glove on. Some job requires you to get your hands dirty” Brad growled.

“I fucking miss you, Gianna. I can’t handle being away from you. I didn’t know what I was doing leaving you behind.” “Not enough to call me back.” “Oh don’t be mad at me babe. I’m fucking hard just looking at you and you’re fully dressed.” “You want me to take something off?” Brad sat up, his eyes lighting up, “Yeah I’m up for a little screen sex. You can be my cam girl.” “Your cam girl huh? You want me to touch myself too?” Brad shut his eyes and sighed, “Take it off, babe.” I positioned the laptop on the couch and I sat facing it. I slowly pulled off my sock, making the sexiest face I could manage. When the sock was off my foot I dangled it in front of the screen.

Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip. Standing naked, I turn around when the door is flung open and Brad walks in. He stares with his mouth hung open and looks me up and down till he settles on my breasts. He declares, "You are beautiful! How could I have not seen this before?" Trying not to stare, I notice that he gets a massive erection and he starts to move towards me.

“I had that same discussion with Steph and Christa. That it didn’t seem fair, you guys fully dressed and me completely naked. The balance of power was out of sync, ya know?” Brad nodded, as if this were the most serious discussion they could possibly be having. “I understand. You’re right.” He walked over to one of the chairs in the corner and kicked off his shoes, tugged his shirt over his head, and then unzipped his jeans. She was so busy admiring his beautiful chest that she almost missed the fact that he’d gone commando, at least for tonight. When he shoved his jeans down, first baring his taut butt and sleek, muscular legs before turning around, she saw him fully exposed for the first t

The cool air hit my completely bare, dripping pussy. I wasn’t wearing panties. “There she is,” Brad growled, stepping closer. “Came to work with no panties? You didn’t come here for balls, princess. You came for cock.” He grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing hard as his lips trailed hot kisses along my neck. I gasped, my knees weakening. Then he moved behind me, wrapped one strong hand around my throat, and tilted my head back so I was looking at the other three men while he exposed me completely.

His hands were clenching her naked hips hard enough to leave bruises as she rode him, crying out with every mutual thrust. Standing there watching his gorgeous wife being loud, intensely erotic and fucking the crap out of another man like she hadn’t done to him in years was almost too much. Then Brad realized how hard he was. His mind might have been screaming at him to stop what was happening, but his cock was telling him to keep watching. And to enjoy himself.

I snapped my eyes shut again, the world turning into a fog of heat and friction as I moaned his name into the dark. Bradley abruptly pulled out and didn't say another word as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down. When he freed himself, I gasped because fuck me, his cock was massive and looked intimidating even in the dim light. He didn't use a condom. He didn't even bother to look for one. He fisted his hand around his shaft, stroking himself, spreading the glistening precum over the head and down the length until he was shining.

“Brad, whoever he is, he knows everything yet has kept quiet until now. He's up to something. Find him before this shit gets uglier.” The line went dead. ~~~~~ Brad sat on his couch a long moment after the call ended, staring at the phone. The whiskey in his glass swirled slowly as he turned it in his hand, the burn of the drink sharp and bitter on his tongue. The thought of his wife being protected, not just by anyone, but by someone powerful enough to spook Toni Morano, was almost laughable. The smirk on his face lingered for a heartbeat before it crumbled. Slowly, his eyes lost their gleam, turning intense and cold.

Brad, he closed his mouth with his both palms and looked constantly at me. " So, what do you think Brad? Is the CEO of The Game Zone, ugly, scarred, big tummied old gig ?" Both me and Alex were smiling at him. This laughter was reserved for this day, for a very long time. Brad's face was watchable and, something like true bleaching of his face, pale and white...