Vol 6 Short Erotic Stories

By S L Hendrickson

There is a possible hurricane and two women one a scientist and one an entertainer will comfort and enjoy each other. A house in the woods, one man, three women, and plenty of fun. A young man will get his first with an older woman. A woman will get the best sex of her life as a prisoner. Identical twins and one is in a car accident and the other one will use the opportunity to enjoy his women. It's their honeymoon and it would be her first experience of BDSM. He was thirty years older than her and when he died, she was so happy that the grandson wanted her. Two women are best friends for life and share everything even their men. Two professional women acquire the services of an entertainer to be ravished. His wife is much younger and finds out she is having an affair, and he loves watching her get destroyed.    

• Language: English
• Publisher: S L Hendrickson
• Release date: Jun 2, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227921642

S L Hendrickson

After serving in the Army, I earned a B.A. Degree. I've worked many different jobs: Security Guard, Printing Press Operator, and Loan Processor. I know write full time mostly erotic fiction also science fiction. Sometimes I combine the two. I live and write in Phoenix, Arizona.

Book preview

The Storm: The lobby of the motel was full. It was outside the evacuation zone of tropical storm Daniel, and people were looking for rooms. No evacuation was ordered yet, but many people weren’t waiting for one to be issued. The storm was off the coast of Florida and could turn into a hurricane in a few hours. Elise was so glad she made a reservation and went to the main desk.

Elise Parks, I have a reservation.

The clerk checked the computer and noticed she had NOAA listed as her employer.

Is it going to be a hurricane? she asked.

I don’t know; let’s hope not.

She had no inside information and had spent the last twenty-four hours putting up ground monitoring stations near the coast. The motel was thirty miles inland and should be safe according to the latest computer models of the storm’s track. The manager came over.

We are asking people if they would share a room.

Sure, Elise thought that way, you charge two people for the same room. She didn’t want to be selfish looking around the lobby at all the people looking for shelter.

Ok, with whom?

He looked at the clipboard. There is Ms. Davis. She is single.

Ok, sure, you can send her up.

Elise didn’t want to share a room with anyone with children. She needed a shower, and some sleep had caught just a couple of hours in the back seat of her SUV. She got a room on the fourth floor if there was flooding. The room had two queen-sized beds. She hooked up the laptop and logged into the NOAA website. There were no new updates. The next few hours would be critical on whether it turned into a hurricane. There was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and just stared at the woman. Elise thought she was a model with beautiful, perfect brown skin. The thick black hair went down to the shoulders. She had full lips covered in red lipstick.

Hi, I’m Desire.

Really.

Doesn’t the name fit? The manager said you don’t mind sharing your room.

Sure, come on in.

Elise couldn’t help but feel ugly compared to her, but she was a scientist and didn’t care about her looks. Desire was gorgeous. She had one large suitcase and wore a short, red leather skirt, high heels, and a tight blouse that showed off her massive chest. Elise was very thin especially compared to Desire, a full-bodied woman.

Else sat on the bed and started to take off the work boots. I need to take a shower.

Go ahead, honey; you don’t have to be bashful. Do you mind if I get comfortable?

No, go ahead.

Else was staring again because after removing the shoes, skirt, and top, she stood in a thong and a half-cup bra that barely contained the breasts.

What are you doing here? Elise couldn’t help but ask.

"I came down to work on some rich guy’s yacht. It’s supposed to be worth five hundred million. Of course, the storm ruined that. I tried to get a flight back to New York, but they were all canceled. My employer told me to come here and wait it out. Maybe they will still have the party.

What kind of work.

Entertainment, honey, so what do you do?

I work for NOAA.

What’s that?

Elise couldn’t believe it. They were two women from different worlds. We are a government agency that studies the weather.

Do you know what’s going to happen?

Not really.

Desire turned, bent over, and got her datapad out of the suitcase. The material of the thong disappeared between the cheeks. Not wanting to show her skinny body, Else went into the bathroom and removed her jeans and pilot shirt, sticking to her body because of the heat and humidity. She never wore a bra, didn’t need one, and wondered what it would be like to carry around such massive boobs and wondered about having men staring all the time and wanting to touch and suck them. Would it be nice a turn-on, a burden, or a curse? A woman would always have to be worried about how she looked. When Else was out in the field, it would be days before she looked in a mirror.

She got a washcloth wet and wiped her face wasn’t ugly by any means. Some people would say she was pretty but never cared as a scientist but wondered if she looked like Desire and had a body like that, would she be doing the same thing? She said entertainment, so Else thought it was a proper way of saying escort. She would be having sex. What was that? It was over three years ago during Hurricane Irene. They were riding it out on the top of a parking garage. He was an intern in college, and they did it to relieve the stress, just in case they didn’t make it.

She got into the shower and was so happy to get the sweat off and wash her hair, which was always a butch cut, even in high school.

Desire came into the bathroom. Your laptop is making noise, and the screen is flashing.

Just updates from NOAA; they are automatic.

Desire moved the shower curtain, and Elise tried covering herself with her hands and arms. We could take a shower together and save water. That’s ok, honey, just kidding.

Elise wondered if she was a lesbian or maybe both. Desire probably thought she was lesbian because of the way she dressed. Elise didn’t consider herself anything since it was so seldom, and she had never been with a woman. She figured Desire had to be kidding. There was no way a sexy, desirable woman like her would be interested in her. Since there was no robe, Elise dried off and put the giant towel around her waist and shoulders to cover up her body.

Desire was on the bed, and Elise was staring again because the bra was off, and she was on the bed, naked, legs spread. There was a video on her data pad. The sound was turned up loud, and there were the sounds of sucking and wet pussy being fucked, grunting, and moaning.

Sasha posted another. She thinks so much of herself. We used to work together.

She turned the screen so Elise could see. A woman was taking a cock down her throat, and another man was ramming his cock into her from behind."

Elise smiled and went to the laptop. Good news, Daniel has been downgraded to a tropical storm.

What does that mean?

That means no hurricane, just a lot of wind and rain.

She checked the radar. The storm has changed course. We are right on the path now.

Are we safe?

Yes, this motel was built to withstand a category five hurricane. That’s why so many people want to stay here. I need to get some sleep.

Sure, I’ll put in my earbuds so you won’t hear it.

Thanks.

She didn’t hear the video, just little moans as Desire put her hand into the thong and massaged the clit. It didn’t matter; Elise was so tired that she went to sleep. She woke up from a tremendous crack of thunder and a bright flash of lightning. She went to the large window. The rain was coming down in sheets; trees were bending, debris was flying around, and the parking lot was getting flooded.

Are we ok? Desire asked.

Yes, just a bad storm.

I’m scared.

Elise returned to bed, and Desire got next to her.

Please hold me.

She couldn’t believe Desire was trembling. "I grew up in Oklahoma. A tornado hit our mobile home park. It was like the Wizard of Oz; the tornado picked the