Brett Cooper Nudes Novels & Stories

"You are so perfect." "Aren’t you in a meeting, Brett." She whispered. "I turned off my camera. Gibson and Derin have it under control." "Gibson, your partner?" Brett nodded. "He’s going to fire me if he finds out that I'm the reason you can’t focus on work." She laughed. Brett hoisted her onto his lap, depositing her on his desk, then rolling his chair until he settled between her thighs. "I’d like to see him try."

Feeling the rising tide of fear from her head to toe, Maxine hugged her upper body and said, “N-No! Why should I do that? I can wash myself alone! W-Why you I let you watch me naked?” Looking at Maxine, her purple face and bloodshot, and the way she breathed heavily and unable to run away as fear had paralyzed her legs, a smirk logged in to Brett. “You are the first woman who declined stripping in front of me,” Brett said, as he grasped his blonde hair. Under the lighting, his platinum hair looks like soft strands of gold. Intertwining his hair with his long fingers, he continued, “The other women voluntarily stripped out once they saw my face.”

My eyes open wide and I ask, "WE?" Then from behind me I hear, "Yes, WE." I turn to see Brad standing in the doorway, completely naked, his identical cock sticking straight out, rigid as steel. He walks towards me saying, "We planned this, Brett and I. Him faking being drunk, getting in the wrong room, laying there "passed out" to see what you would do." Brett says, "Yes, we both had a crush on you, but didn't know how to bring it up without causing problems."

He patted Eden’s shoulder mockingly as they brushed past each other, then stepped into the cramped, chemical-scented room and clicked the door shut behind him, locking it. Victoria backed up until her spine hit the metal shelving, her eyes wide as Bret immediately closed the distance. He didn't waste a single second on words or romance. He reached down, unbuttoning his shorts and pulling his thick, heavy rod free. It was massive, fully erect, and throbbing with a brutal energy that made Eden's look tame. "Get on your knees, little cock cleaner," Bret barked, gripping her hair tightly and forcing her head down. "Open that mouth wide."

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

It seemed he was waiting for a photo to tell him something it hadn’t yet admitted. Brett leaned against the counter with a bottle of water. There was a pastry crumb on his shirt near his collarbone, like a white comma. He’d forgotten to care about it. His posture was loose, as if he could joke about any moment, even those that deserved silence. His eyes kept drifting to Celeste’s desk, checking for a pulse.

Brett said, turning his gaze at her and winking at her too as he wanted to irritate her a little like she used to do. "Oh come on… why are you dragging it?" Annabel said, whinny a little. "Water," Brett said again, gesturing for her to do as he had said. "Alright," Annabel said, and quickly did as she had been told. Brett took the glass of water and sipped a little from it before turning to face Annabel whose gaze was on him again. "You know what, call the others and have them prepare my prize money," Brett said, sounding like his usual self, with a smirk at the corner of his lips. His friends had dared him to have sex with Monalisa which was why he did it.

Not wasting any time, I tugged at my top and moved it over my head before tossing it somewhere on the tiled floor. Just then, Garret laid me on another piece of gym equipment that seemed like a bench. My back was resting on the cool black leather while my legs were spread, inviting him to stand between them. His big hands grabbed my boobs a little harshly, but I ignored that when I felt his cock pushing against my panties. Swiftly, he removed my bra exposing my naked upper body. “Fuck!” He sighed heavily. “Yeah! Fuck, coach!” I teased him, reaching out to feel the bulb in his shorts. “I said clothes off!”

Maybe had repressed me for too long, but I actually thrilled at the thought of my nudes in Bruno phone. I was turned on just thinking about his hand wrapped around his shaft, his veined bicep pumping as he jerked off to my image. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned gorgeous,” he growled My back arched, I presented both my naked tits to Bruno, soaking in the sounds of his tortured, ragged breathing.He was standing over the couch, his emerald stare blazing as he stroked his naked dick. I couldn’t help but stare as it laid in his palm, thick, smooth and fully erect, a drop of pre-cum beading at its pulsing head.