Honey do... 7 Marcy's 1st Referral

Honey do... 7 Marcy's 1st. Referral

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When Marcy called me, I expected to meet her again, but she dampened the conversation by saying she was referring me to a friend's Honey do... list of repairs.

We visited like lovers do, and as soon as she realized we were having phone sex, she agreed to come to my office apartment.

It was the first time we'd talked since she'd returned from the beaches of the Caribbean, where her honeymoon languished over seven beaches at seven adult resorts through three weeks of sex, alcohol, drugs, and anger. Her new husband found a hooker and told Marcy he wanted to watch her and his hooker have sex.  

The honeymoon was scheduled for five weeks, but she was home in thirteen days. She didn't get the full three weeks of beach hopping because she came home alone, I might add.  

At the apartment, we destroyed each other sexually, going through our usual denial of affection, then physically proving that we crave each other, not the opposite. We were at the apartment for over an hour when she reminded me of her friend's Honey do... list.  

I, ever one to be on time or a bit early, had Marcy call the friend and explain that we'd overestimated and underperformed. Marcy confirmed that Carole was happy for the call. It was still okay for me to come over for the repair estimate.

I was about to ring the doorbell again when the door latch clicked, and the door swung open about four inches. I stepped into the entry and closed the door, which I heard lock.

The entry light was bright and showed Carole's talent as an acrylic painter. There was framed art on every wall of the gallery off the entry. Some paintings were miniatures, and some were four feet by eight feet. All of the paintings were of female bodies. The collection was erotic, if not pornographic. There were price tags on every painting, and the prices were high, to say the least.  

I was perusing the paintings and detected that the further into the gallery I looked, the more graphic the art became, and the higher the pricing climbed.

Suddenly, as I looked back toward the front entry, this spectacular redhead stepped into the gallery and, in a sexy tone of voice, said, "You are, I presume, Mr. Honey do...?"

"Yes. Carole, I believe?"

"Yes, although my friends call me Pussy. They have named me for the painting I have on display at MOMA.   The framed piece is eleven feet tall and two feet wide. A rendering of my cunt for the world to see. Have you seen it?"

I answered, "No, but now, with a legitimate reason to go--to see your pussy in a painting, I might be convinced to go see it and enjoy the alleged wonders of New York City. A guide would definitely be required, as I would be lost the entire time for sure."

"What are you up to this weekend, Mr. Honey do...? I have a charter airplane reserved for Friday night at eight o'clock. Can I do the unusual litany; as the spider said to the fly, "Come closer, I won't bite. But, Mr. Honey do... I will bite. Do you like to be bitten? Not meanly, but erotically?"

"Of course I do. I have always been up for kinkiness. You could check with Marcy, who knows the best of my repair talents."

"As for Friday night and the weekend, I had scheduled three small jobs, so let me attempt to reschedule them, and if I can, I will be all over that charter's luxury travel."

"Marcy and I have had this trip planned for three weeks as my wedding present to shop for a wardrobe. If you can join us, it will be a trip of lust, debauchery, and fucking.

Even though she's back early, she agreed to the trip as a way to forget the mistake she'd made marrying that asshole. Can you imagine asking your wife to fuck someone else? Well, I mean, while on your honeymoon? After all? Isn't the honeymoon to confirm that you and someone else want to fuck each other as often as you can? Why else would you get married?"

She hadn't slowed down a bit, and then the doorbell chimed. She reached into a pocket, and the door clicked again and swung open as it had for me.  

Marcy came in, the door automatically closed, and I heard the lock tumble again.

Carole said, "What are you doing here, Marcy? Don't you trust me with Mr. Honey do...? Or is it that he is such a hound dog that you don't trust him?"

"Carole, we agreed that you would behave yourself with him. Did you change your mind?"

"Fuck you, Marcy. You know I have to try him out. Look at that bulge in his pants, woman. I know you can eat pussy, can he?"

"Of course he can, but let him see your list of Honey do... repairs, then he can tell you what he is capable of fixing."

"Are you ready, Mr. Honey do...?

"I am."

"Let's start in the garage."

Marcy said, "I'll catch you later."

Carole and Mr. Honey do... headed into the garage, where they found three major repairs and half a dozen minor irritations to her that she wanted him to repair.

In a storage cabinet, she rummaged around and brought out a sex swing that had a two-year-old receipt in the bag with it. She pointed to the ceiling, where there was a small piece of blue painter's tape marking where she wanted to hang it.  

"Let's do this first, I have been wanting to try it out for so long, I almost forgot I had it."

A quick look showed that all of the parts to hang it were there, and the installation would only take a few minutes.

There was a stack of clear mirrors, each approximately three feet wide and six feet long, that she showed him. She walked him into her bedroom, where she pointed to the wall beside the bed that she wanted them mounted on.

She walked him into her walk-in closet and asked him to loosen the drawers on the small dresser in there. She couldn't remember what was in the drawers because they'd been stuck closed for more than three years.

When they walked into the master ensuite, he was alarmed. Her shower walls were falling into the stall because the water had loosened the tile. An entire re-tile would be the most expensive time he would be on her entire project.

The list covered the entire house, yard, garage, and swimming pool area. He had over fifty items and was alarmed at how much he thought she would have to spend.

When they finished, they returned to the kitchen and sat at the table there. Carole was no dummy, so she brought out the tequila and poured two double shots. Thinking he would loosen up before calculating the prices.

He wasn't a complete teetotaler, but he had a vow not to drink on the job. Carole threw two doubles back and declared that it was too hot there and suggested they move out to the pool deck.  

"We can be more comfortable out there."

He stopped to use the bathroom, and she went ahead and found Marcy on a chaise lounge in a bikini. The bikini had a small patch of transparent yellow on her nipples and her cunt. She was tanned all over, but since she was going to be with Carole and Mr. Honey do..., she had worn her Wicked Weasel.

Carole asked Marcy, "Have you had a threesome with him?"

"Not yet; I am hoping to have one now. Are you okay with that?"

"For Christ's sake, Marcy, I can hardly wait to see the cock he has been teasing me with. I am more than okay with it. I will start it unless you think he will be more likely to agree if you approach him with the idea."

"Good idea, Carole. I will get him to say okay, and then I will unzip his pants. That is when I want you to start undressing. Okay?"

"Do you remember the last threesome we had, Marcy?"

" Do you remember that the UPS driver that day was driving a rental truck because they were so busy? We asked him to park in the driveway behind the house, and then we had him come to the pool with the boxes." Carole started.

Then Carole continued, "I can still see that, and when I masturbate, I recall that coal black cock disappearing into your cunt. What a contrast in color that was. Marcy, with your alabaster skin color under the red thong and the blackness of his cock in contrast. He made me come by licking his come from your ass cheeks and then stroking himself enough to fuck me for a few minutes."

The afternoon that day wasn't blistering hot, but hot enough that we had to cool off frequently. The FedEx delivery, about three hours later, came as we were beginning to lie in the shade because the sun had gotten too hot. We were naked, and the driver wasn't phased at all. In fact, she said, "I haven't had lunch yet, you two. Wanna help a girl out?"

Carole replied, "I love you, Maria. Would you be comfortable licking my friend's cunt while I eat yours? Maybe we can get her to complete a Daisy Chain circle?"

Honey do... was sitting in the shade, having had enough sun on his bare back for this time of the year. He hadn't worked his tan completely yet. He was naked and slowly dawdling with his cock. It was growing from the little blue pill's effect, and he was looking at Maria with true lust when she asked Carole, "Can I fuck him, Carole? He looks over-endowed."

"It's his decision. I have yet to see him turn away a fuck, though. He is very capable. In fact, I think we will have a foursome."

"Right, Honey do...?"

He stood, stroking his cock, and walked toward the FedEx driver as he looked at her body with lust and a definite purpose evident in that look. She had the uniform shirt pulled over her head in mere seconds, and then the training bra was gone, too.

At first, his sucking on her chest was like a ravenous puppy at its bitches nipples. He sucked and rolled them until she squirmed and moaned.

"Stop, mam. Just lie down on the chaise. I'll do the rest."

"His mouth closed on her clitoris, sucking real hard, he pulled her clit to the limit of its ability to stretch, and then he sucked the soft, loose skin of her labia with his lips. She went to the moon right away, and he could feel the increase in her smelly, oozy slime."

She came down from her climax and said hoarsely, "Fuckin' Hell! man. No wonder you have such a strong repeat clientele. Let me catch my breath, and we can do that again."

"No, we'll need to wait. I have a route to get delivered. Let me figure out how to get back here today. I have a dispatcher that likes pussy, and from what I understand, she eats pussy until it becomes cunt, and then she devours it. Maybe I can bribe her to reroute me at about seven o'clock this evening. Would you be interested in me finishing this pussy of yours?"

"Fuckin' A. You will come back at seven, then?"

"With bells on," she smiled, and getting dressed, she left. She came back in without knocking and asked, "If I can bring that lesbian dispatcher, I know for sure I will be back at seven. Is it okay to bring her?"

"You better bring her."

My life had gotten complicated quite fast. I attempted to hire qualified tradesmen, but all were accustomed to the Alaska Pipeline wages and the union culture of the Davis-Bacon wage scale, and I couldn't afford them.  

My kids were in school full-time. Melissa had been turning tricks while they were in school. And now she'd satisfied her itch for come and cunt slime, so she asked Mr. Honey do... to teach her how to be a Miss Honey do...

Melissa was the turning point for everything associated with repair work, spinning wrenches, busting his knuckles, and pulling wire. She was a natural at repair work. He asked her to help find someone to take care of his kids, so she moved her sister into her bedroom with her.

Ella was two years older than Melissa, and about two sizes larger in the size of her tits and ass. Her cunt hadn't seen a stranger in over six years, and her variety of dildoes and vibrating sex toys was large enough to fill a bankers box. Her Sybian had a box for carrying and storage, so everything she owned was under the double bed that the sisters shared.  

Mr. Honey do... relinquished the scheduling of construction repairs to Melissa. He told her to buzz him for all personal calls. She referred all personal service calls to him.

One evening, when Melissa, Ella, Marcy, and Carole were free, they met at Marcy's, got stoned, drunk, naked, fucked, and eaten. The something missing was a cock. Marcy, who was the most able to talk without slurring, called Mr. Honey do...  

He could tell she was frantic and quickly figured out that she had something leaking and causing a big fluff-up at her house and that he needed to drop whatever young cunt he was eating and get over to her house as fast as possible. Or, something like that.

It was about five minutes later when he opened the side door into Marcy's kitchen, carrying his plumbing tools. No one could be seen straight ahead in the kitchen or the dining room, but as he looked down the hall, he saw Ella sitting on the toilet. The bright vanity light in the bathroom reflected a wrist flapping in the light. Ella, sweet innocent Ella, was poking and rubbing at super-high speed, masturbating like she knew how to be most effective.

"Where's Marcy?" He hollered.

Nearly unable to speak, Ella nodded her head toward the bedroom, but didn't miss a stroke or change her rhythm. She'd begun to rise to her orgasm and was moaning, "Unngh, unngh, uhoh," as just outside the bathroom, he turned the corner into the bedroom, and let her down. She'd wanted him to help her come.  

He was greeted with three pussies lined up on the side of the bed. All, Melissa, Marcy, and Carole had their thighs tucked behind their biceps and had their labia held in their fingers spread as wide as they would spread.  

Mr. Honey do... then knew there was no repair emergency service call. He'd taken a Viagra-100 about two hours ago for the Mayor's staff party. He'd not done the show for gay men before, so he had taken the pill to have an erection for his self-sex show. He was still hard, since it was obvious the Mayor and his staff just used his presence as a cover for them spending the taxpayers' money on sex and partying.

The staff decided to do their own thing, paid him the agreed fee in cash and then proceeded to suck each other, so Mr. Honey do... didn't have to admit that he wanted to join them, and left.

When he arrived, there were three pussies, all wet, all shaved, all wide open and with pink showing. One alabaster white body, one tanned except for her areolae and her labia, and one brown body, with nearly black nipples and areolae.  

Decisions: which one should he have last, to have her smell, slime, and image linger on his skin, face, and his breath the longest?

Having the most personal experience aside from these guys, and a leader in her own way, he chose Carole to clean up everyone and be last with him.

Carole was under Melissa's cunt while Mr. Honey do... was fucking her, licking her cunt drippings, and sucking his shaft. When he was fucking Marcy, Melissa was licking Marcy's labia where his cock was stretching them in and out.

Ella finally caused her orgasm again, well after all the others, so she also got to lick and suck everyone clean and dry.