Sensuous Stories by Keziah Hill Read Free Book Online

blessed whoever had told Alfred
about her. Easy money. And it was. But now it was much more. As she
stood listening for Alfred to open the door, she realised her time
with him had become time she treasured, time where she felt at
ease, with no stress and no need to please. Not that she didn’t
want to please Alfred, but her breasts did that with no effort.
    In return he not only paid her, but stroked
and soothed her with his glorious, dark velvet voice. Just thinking
about his voice as he held a book in his hand, made her cunt wet
and achy. It was the voice of every dark, sexy man that women
dreamed about in their Hollywood fantasies. She wasn’t surprised to
find out he did voice-overs for television and radio. At almost
eighty, he still made a good living from his golden vocal
cords.
    The door opened and she smiled at him. He
beamed in return.
    “ Ellen, come in. You’re
looking very beautiful today, my dear. That peacock blue looks
stunning against your dark hair. Do you know if you have any gypsy
ancestry? I’ve often thought you’d be right at home in an exotic
caravan winding around Eastern Europe spinning tales and driving
men wild.”

    He chattered on, drawing her further into
the apartment, making her laugh at his silly stories. She loved
this moment, when she could truly relax and let him direct his own
pleasure.
    He took her, as usual, into his library,
where he threw back the heavy drapes and let the late afternoon sun
stream in. It was a room designed for comfort and dreaming. Two
comfortable couches, a desk with an intricate wood inlay design,
lamps that provided both soft and more direct light when needed,
and everywhere framed photographs and nick nacks collected over a
life time.
    “ I thought I’d give us both
a treat today. After finishing last week’s book, which I must admit
was rather heavy going, I though we could start something more
romantic this week.”
    “ It was heavy going, but I
enjoyed it. And the way you read it made it even better,” she said,
undoing the buttons of her shirt. “I always thought Shakespeare
boring, but it was thrilling. Poor Othello. What are you going to
read this time?”
    He pulled two small books from the
bookshelf. One was pristine and leather bound, the other looked
like it lived, until recently, at the bottom of a bargain book
basket at the local second hand shop.
    “ Lorna Doone. Ever heard of
it?”
    She shook her head. “Is it good?”
    “ Very old fashioned and
melodramatic. But it has a happy ending. I think you’ll like
it.”
    “ I’m sure I will no matter
what it is.” She smiled at him and noted with a pang, a slight
blueness around his lips. “Are you alright Alfred? Not too
tired?”
    “ I’m never too tired for
you, my dear. Ah, there they are. So beautiful,” he said, gazing at
her now naked breasts. She slipped off the rest of her clothes and
sat on the plump couch Alfred had already covered with a soft,
cotton sheet. Hanging down from the ceiling were two ropes, the
ends covered in fur loops. She raised her legs and fixed the loops
around her ankles like stirrups. The ropes were spaced far apart so
she was wide open to Alfred’s gaze.
    He smiled at her and picked up a bowl full
of dark, rose scented honey. She sighed with bliss. Now she could
fully relax and let him take over. He stood between her legs and
poured the honey over her breasts. It covered them and dribbled
down her belly to her wet slit. She hummed with pleasure.
    “ Just right, Alfred. Not too
cold.”
    “ Good. I wanted to make sure
it wouldn’t be uncomfortable.”
    When she was covered, he picked up another
bowl full of water and gave it to her to hold. Then he picked up
the tatty version of Lorna Doone and ripped out the first page.
Dipping it quickly in the water, he draped it over one breast where
it clung to the honey. Working quickly, he continued to rip out
pages and cover her breasts. Soon he was breathing heavily, exited
and feverish.
    When her breasts