1. Fun With Bradley


    Date: 12/1/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Gay, Written by women, Author: CandyXLove, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    "Take off those fucking shorts," I demanded. Bradley immediately complied, undoing the button and zipper and pushing the skimpy tan shorts down pass his hips and beefy legs. He wasn't wearing underwear, which was probably just as well because his shorts were so small that not even a jock strap would've been advisable underneath them. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside, giving his growing boner a tug. The smirk on his face told me that he liked my forcefulness. He always liked it whenever I'd play rough. "Get over here." His boots made a heavy thud on the floor of the trailer as he stepped closer. I removed my shirt, kicked off my sneakers and looked directly into the mesmerizing blue eyes of the strapping six-foot-two movie star as he pressed his body into mine, pinning me against the wall, and I wished that it could always be like this. Bradley had spent most of the morning filming a scene in his latest picture, a war film. I was working as a production assistant on the film and had caught his usual signal on set earlier that day, a simple wink, which meant that he'd wanted to fool around. We were in our fifth week of shooting, and Bradley and I had been secretly fucking for a good three of those five weeks. Naturally, this was very risky behavior, both for my job and for his career as an A-list actor who the world assumed to be heterosexual, but we loved the thrill. We thrived on it. Our rendezvous usually took place there in his trailer but, but on occasion, ...
    we'd dare to make love in other, more conspicuous locales. Probably the most daring of these was a time we'd driven way up into the Hollywood hills in his Range Rover for a marathon roadside fuck-fest-one that neither of us would soon forget. He was insatiable and so was I, so to say that I was ready for him when the director yelled "Cut!" for a lunch break would be an understatement. The scene that Bradley was filming involved his character being put through the paces of a rigorous day of military basic training. The sun had been unforgiving that day, and he was drenched in sweat. Standing in front of me naked from the waist down, he was now clad in only a flimsy white t-shirt that clung to his massive pecs exposing hard nipples, dog tags that hung from his thick bull neck, and black combat boots. His breath was coming hard and fast, and it warmed the back of my neck as he pulled me into his embrace. I caught a whiff of his musky scent and went weak in the knees with desire. My hands massaged his massive, muscular back, pushing the damp t-shirt up over his shoulder blades to expose the slick, hot flesh. Bradley groaned when my roaming hands found his ass and pulled the fleshy cheeks apart. He lifted his leg almost instinctively and I found the warm hole, plunging my index finger in. "Unnnnhh!!" he cried, his head snapping back. I peered over his shoulder at the full length mirror on the opposite wall and watched his glistening body convulse under the will of my finger, probing ...
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