I feel my body relax as my cock gets harder and harder in my hand. Then I can see the porn guy getting a huge erection as the girl sits on him, groaning as she moves on him rubbing her soaked pussy against his cock.
I stroke myself faster and harder as I imagine Shona writhing around on my oiled body. My find is full of images of my sweet Shona as she brings me to a full erection.
“What the fuck, what are you doing?” I hear my brother say as he stands in the doorway of my living room.
“I er, what? Christ, how did you fucking get in?” I yell as I pull my pants up quickly and hit the “off” button on the remote.
“I have my key, remember? I saw that the lights were off and I thought the place was empty,” he replies.
“Well, I am here, you should knock first,” I cover my groin with my pants feeling embarrassed as hell. For a moment, both of us stand there not knowing what to do. I know masturbation is frowned upon by the church, and my brother is a devout catholic. We were both brought up that way. My thoughts of Shona are just too strong for me to ignore.
“So, how’s your day been?” asks Joseph trying to change the subject.
“Peachy. Just peachy Jo.” I wonder if he even knows what I was doing.
Catholics need stimulation too!
“Caught red handed and red faced!”
Shona
“Nine lives, I suppose.”
All I could do was crave Mondays. I knew his secret now and by Charlie, no one else was going to hear it. Not from me, that's for sure. It was ours to keep. And it made me feel special knowing he trusted me that much.
But why did he tell me? It seemed so unreal and something I wouldn't believe unless I saw it with my own eyes. Sometimes, knowing a secret could be worse. Because then you had to guard it with your life. Not even the other girls could know. It was that secret.
Last week he couldn’t make it because he had a fight with Kelly. I have missed him terribly since our weekend together.
Beau and I would be forever stuck in limbo about the whole thing. His wife was not even accustomed to him... and his heart. I feel like I'm in a suspended reality sometimes. With all the clients coming and going. I love sex and doing sexual acts, but Beau is the only guy who makes me feel really sexy.
By God, it takes so much more than a big cock, perfect abs and a fucking wallet full of cash to make a girl happy. What about after all the sex? What then? You can't have a relationship with money and you can't buy a companion either. What good is flying to Paris on a Sunday afternoon by yourself? Or owning a purring black Lamborghini with perfect paint and a sex appeal like in the Bond movies? Unless you have someone to share it with, it sucks. I dare say those women who love money... like Kelly, have their purses under their God-damned pillows. Cuddling their money and screwing over innocent billionaires like my Beau.
Oh God, I said it... my Beau.
Alright, I need chocolate and sweet stuff. Muffins or a chocolate self-saucing pudding from Pierre's. I need Beau like chocolate. It doesn't sound like much. But when I need it, I just have to have it. It's only Sunday. A whole twenty-eight hours until I see him again.
“My day off is going to suck, isn't it Brandon?"
My big fluffball of a cat, smiles at me with his eyes, seemingly uncaring about what I do today. As long as he's got food and warm milk then life's perfect for him. Oh, and my unsuspecting lap to paw and prod when I want to let him… and when I don’t! Geez, I had to explain the scratches to a client last week. He thought I was into painful BDSM! How hilarious is that?!
"Brandon Gerome, when are you going to do something exciting, huh?" I look at him asleep and comfortable on my sofa as per usual.
I know he thinks life is hilarious. Watching me run in and out like a bat trying to find food every day and night… and work long hours... all while he sleeps soundly on the plush, velvet, yellow-gold sofa.
"Pfft, you really have it, my friend. What a life. Oh, and by the way, that white fluffball from downstairs has been meowing for you. Princess, I think she’s called. You should meet her in the alley or at least share a mouse with her. Be a gentleman. You have to work at it, Brandon!"
His face stays completely still and his eyes open, acknowledging my voice. But that's it, apparently, I have nothing else really interesting to add... except food and milk. Twice a day, ongoing forever or I will get meowed at and pawed like I am an enemy of the state. And Brandon's meow hath no fury. Forget a woman's scorn. Brandon has a cat's tormenting and annoying revenge, that’s so much worse. He can bite and scratch at the cupboards if he doesn't get his way. Like a beast unleashed with a fury that you've never seen before. All lovingly covered in ginger fur and with big, yellow eyes that look owlish.
Now, what on earth am I going to fill up my time with? And when is Kelly going to get out of his life, on paper? Like as in a divorce! I need my Beau Boy. I don’t give a shit about his money. I’ve got my own. Yes, I just want a companion, a friend and a lover.
He’s the only one for me!
I look at my fat cat, “Brandon, I can hear Princess, you wanna go out and see?”
“Meeow,” he lifts his head as if to say, “no.”
God, he is literally the laziest and cutest animal I’ve ever seen. He’s getting podgy. Soon, I’ll have to start taking him for walks!
“Hey, Brandon. Want to learn how to walk on a leash?”
I laugh at the silliness of my thought and of him walking down the busy street with me. My God, the looks we would get would be so hilarious. If he knew what I was really saying he would bite and scratch me and tell me that I was insane. He’s got the whole world in his hands without lifting a paw!
How hilarious I am, talking with my cat. I really need to get a social life, otherwise I will be one of those women who lives with hundreds of cats. A spinster no less. Crying everyday about the love she never had! I can’t be that woman. I couldn’t stand living by myself and alone. Cats, apparently, have nothing much to say about anything anyway.
“Here Brandon, dinner time. I have tuna and some sardines as well. I hope you’re not ignoring Princess… are you, Brandon?”
“Nine lives, I suppose.”
Beau
“It’s always fucking perfect with my Monday girl!”
I am on my way to see my Shona, I just love my appointments with her, they are always fantastic and she makes me feel extra special. I can see the door to my dream appointment as I step closer and closer. My heart races; it always races when I am with her, I am excited, very excited.
I knock on the door and wait for my dream girl to welcome me, “Well if it isn’t Mr. Beau Boy, how are you today?” she asks as she hangs on the door.
“I am all the better for seeing you, you know that,” I reply as I stand with a smitten smile.
“Well, don’t just stand out there, come on in!” Shona stands back and opens the door.
“Let me take your jacket,” she says as she peels my jacket from my shoulders and places it on the hanger.
“I must say, you look beautiful as always Shona.”
“Oh, Beau, you always compliment me, anyone would think you actually mean it,” Shona says sarcastically as she pulls me into the room.
“I do mean it, you are different to other women,” I reply.
“You mean other women in my profession?” she asks as she sits on the edge of the bed.
“No, not at all. I mean all women, you have something about you, you are just natural and pure,” I explain.
“Oh, Beau, I have never been called pure before,” Shona replies with a giggle.
I laugh with her, “You know what I mean,” I say enjoying her beauty.
“Well, are we going to talk all the time, or do you want to have some fun?” she asks as she pulls on my tie.
“Ok, no more talking!” Shona turns her back on me, and I slowly unzip her dress.
Her lacy red dress slips to the floor and she turns back to face me. She looks gorgeous and is wearing a purple
bra and matching lacy panties. I can feel myself becoming turned on straight away and can’t wait to feel her body next to mine.
Shona stands real close to me as she pulls at my tie and slips it from around my neck, “So, you like me undressing you slowly?” she asks as she pops open the buttons on my shirt.
“Hell yes, you are my Monday girl and you always get me feeling hot under the collar,” I place my hands on her curvy hips.
Shona bites her bottom lip and looks at me seductively, “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she laughs as she gazes deep into my eyes.
“There are no other girls, there is only you,” I reply as Shona tugs at my belt.
I can feel my cock getting warmer, and my pants are getting tighter, Shona pops open my pant button and slowly pulls them to the floor. She rubs her hand against my shorts and my cock twitches and starts to become erect.
“Oh, Beau, you are pleased to see me, I can feel it,” she says as she slides her thumbs inside the elastic, and slides my boxers to the floor.
“Oh Shona, I…” I whisper as I unfasten the clasp on her bra and reveal her pert breasts.
I am in love with her. We both know it. Shona slips off her purple panties and I slowly push her towards the bed. She places her finger on my lips and one hand on my shoulder.
“Not the bed today, we always do it on the bed, I want to try something different,” she says as she pushes me backward, “against the wall,” she adds as she turns her creamy back towards me and rubs her ass against my cock.
Shona places her hands on the wall and pushes her ass backward, my cock rubs against her ass as I lean forward and kiss her on the neck and caress her breasts.
“Beau, you are so sensitive, I love it when you touch me, I get so wet,” she replies as she accentuates her movement more.
“You deserve to be treated gently Shona.” My wanting hand runs down her belly.
My fingers brush over her pussy, and her velvety skin trembles under my touch. Shona sighs as I part her pussy lips, and then I begin to rub her with my finger.
“My God, that feels so good, rub my clit Beau, make me wet,” Shona says as she tilts her head back and nuzzles against my shoulder.
My finger rubs her clitoris and labia and she spreads her legs, I can feel she is wet and I easily slide my finger into her wet pussy.
“Yes Beau, I just love your soft touch, you are son sexy,” Shona says as she wriggles her groin against my fingers.
“Shona, I am in Heaven when I am with you, you are just so…., well you know.”
Shona turns to face me and takes hold of my cock, I can feel her hand grab me. She slowly starts to stroke as she places her soft lips against the skin of my neck and runs her tongue over my body. I feel now that my cock is fully erect and Shona’s soft hand grips me tightly. Shona pushes me against the wall and gets to her knees in front of me.
My cock is bulging as Shona holds my cock against my belly, and runs her tongue up the full length of my shaft. I can feel her tongue as she flicks it around the head of my cock and sets alive my nerves of pleasure.
I feel my stomach tense as Shona slips the head of my cock into her mouth, and softly sucks as she slides her head down my shaft. I place my hand on her head and feel her bobbing up and down on my cock. Shona caresses my balls, as her mouth takes the full length of my cock. I feel my legs trembling as she sucks on me deeply and squeezes my balls.
“Fuck, that is just mind blowing,” I say as I pull Shona up to stand before me.
“Your cock tastes so good, and it is so big,” Shona leans against the wall.
She spreads her legs and pulls me towards her, “take me, Beau, make love to me,” she says as she guides my hard cock towards her pussy.
Shona rubs the head of my cock against her clit and then slides it into her pussy. I slowly push my hips forwards and can feel her muscles stretch as my cock slides gently into her.
Shona raises one leg and places it on my hips as I thrust my cock inside her secret place. I lift her other leg and she grips me tightly pulling me towards her. Shona places her arms over my shoulders, softly biting my neck as I thrust harder. I can feel her hips rocking against my waist and her pussy rubbing hard against me.
“Oh, fuck, Beau that feels so hot, yes… you sure have a beast inside of you who just wants to fuck the living daylights out of me,” she says as her hips wriggle faster.
“You just bring out my horniest side, I just want to please you and make you cum,” I reply as I kiss her neck.
“Well you do both, you always make me cum and I am always pleased,” she replies as her breasts push against my bare chest.
I let Shona stand and she faces the wall, she places her hands on the wall and I slide myself back into her wet pussy.
“Ooh, God,” she says as her head bows and her long hair falls over her face.
I place my hand over Shona’s and pin her to the wall as I thrust my hips forward and fill her pussy with my long cock. I raise my free hand to slap her ass and can feel her body squirm in pleasure.
“Whoa, Beau, very kinky,” she says as she looks over her shoulder, “oh yeah, hit me again,” she adds.
I raise my hand and slap her again; her ass pushes back onto my hard cock, “Yes baby, that’s what I’m talking about, fuck me, Beau, let your inner beast ravage me,” she says as her hips push into me.
I grab both of her hips and pull her backwards as my hips thrust forward. I can feel her pussy gripping my cock tight and the intensity grows as my balls slap against her clit.
I can feel Shona’s legs tremble as her body starts to fill with the inner warmth that will lead to her orgasm. My body tenses and I can feel I am also close to finishing. My cock enters her pussy faster and faster and I can feel her body contracting.
“Shit Beau, I’m gonna cum, oh fuck,” Shona squeals as her body finally releases her.
I can feel her whole body shaking with excitement, as my body tenses and my balls release my seed. It’s perfection and I can feel the spasms in my body as I thrust for the final seconds. And as the cum flows from my body Shona slumps against the wall and is breathing deeply, I look at her and think to myself, she is definitely my perfect dream girl.
“It’s always fucking perfect with my Monday girl!”
Shona
“Hearts apart is better than heartache.”
I sit by the bar after my shift and look at all the fine bottles of alcohol they have stacked up, they really cater for every taste in drink and women, I think to myself. My mind is in turmoil and I can feel myself spinning around in a whirlwind of emotions, it is not right and it is affecting me, or he is affecting me, and I need to do something about it.
I plan in my mind what the best solution is, and there only one that my mind keeps coming back to. I have to speak to Beau and explain everything to him. I look around the room in search of Beau but there is no sign of him, so I decide to wait over by the fountain and relax until he shows his face for our Monday thing.
I sit watching all the expensive billionaires in the room, and think how regular some of them are. Wow, they sit in their expensive suits puffing on their free Cuban cigars. I know most of them and not one of them is anything like Beau. He says I am different from the other girls, but he is different to all these other guys’ I am looking at as well.
They sit there thinking they are above all the girls and they love how they can just snap their fingers and get them to do as they please. But Beau is soft and caring and has no attitude like this bunch of selfish men.
I spot Beau at the other end of the room, I watch as he goes to the bar and orders his drink. I had alerted the barman who whispers in his ear. I can see Beau turn and he makes his way over to me.
“Hi Shona, how are you this evening? The bartender says you want to talk to me?” He places his glass on the table.
“I do Beau, and I have some difficult decisions to make.” I place my hand on his knee.
“What do you mean, are you getting ou
t?” he asks as he looks at me with concern, “or are you in trouble, just let me know and I will help?” he adds.
“No, it is nothing like that, it is just, I have had to make decisions, and they concern you,” I explain.
Beau looks at me confused, “I am not sure what you are saying,” he says.
“You are too emotional to me and when we meet, you are too close,” I explain.
“I …I am sorry if I… well, if it seems that way, but you know. I’m sorry Shona…” he tries to explain.
“There is more to it than that Beau, it is not just as simple as you, being too close to me,” I say as I try to reassure him.
“Well what is it? And is it the same for these other guys who are sitting here, are they included?” he asks in a whisper.
“No Beau, they are not included in what I have to say, it is only you I am afraid,” I try to explain and my heart feels heavy.
“Why me? God, Shona… tell me what makes me any different to these? They are just customers like me, so why have you singled me out to speak to?” he asks as he sits up slightly defensive.
“I said you were too emotional towards me, and I think I have not explained myself very well, it is not really you that is causing the problem Beau,” I say as sip on my drink.
I feel my throat hoarsen as it is drying up, and I am not sure how to say it to Beau without upsetting him. I agree with what he has just said and about why he is singled out and not any of the others. And he is also correct when he says he is a customer the same as these other men, so what makes him different?
I LOVE HIM. That’s what.
“I will try and explain better to you, so please bear with me, it is not an easy thing for me to say and I have never been in this situation before,” I say as I lean towards Beau.
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