Honey Do... 5 Sue

Honey do... 5 Sue

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I slept away most of the next day. When I got home after a long morning appointment, I told Melissa, "I will take you to dinner without my kids on Saturday night. We will go to the Fly By Night Club for the early show."

"Mr. Honey do... you don't need to do that. I was just all horned up when you called, and I couldn't find the remote to the wireless vibrator I was wearing when you called, so I was coming the whole time we were talking."

"Well, Melissa, I have someone for you to meet after the early show. I want you to take this credit card. Go to wherever you want, and get the sexiest outfit to show yourself off. Go overboard -- a lot. Upgrade everything, hair, makeup, lingerie, shoes, skin, body, and dress will all be good moves that you will not regret, I promise."

"If the night goes as I predict, you will grow and learn a lot from this, our first date. What you could learn, I cannot even begin to describe for you. Please go, do, and become the butterfly I know you are but have never let fly. I want to see this image I have of you."

"We have known each other long enough for you to look forward to another one of my surprises, but this one, with this advanced notice, should be fun, a frolic, and a fucking good time."

"Are you willing to spend a day over the top?"

"Mr. Honey do... Please don't fire me."

"Fire you? Why do you say that?"

"Because I knew you had me on speakerphone. I wanted all the people you were with to hear me proposition you because it was like when I go out and drag home a sailor from the shipyards. I want to embarrass myself with my outrageous lust and fantasies turned loose."

"Well, Melissa, let that go, Go; do as I have suggested, and overdo it, please."

She agreed to take my sedan and disappeared down the block.

I went to sleep and got my second wind. When the kids woke me up, I was up to the absolute chaos they brought from the zoo trip. Kids, I love mine, and they love me, and Melissa.

In her twenties, Melissa was a gem. She'd never married was beautiful, smart, and dependable. Her figure was more than desirous; it was fun to watch when she was working with the kids because she was focused on them, not on how she looked. Her large cup breasts were in constant motion, and her nipples grew and shrunk at stimulation of almost every kind.

She wore 'Hood shorts' (Daisy Dukes for the old timers). Constantly showing camel toes and pubic hair. With my children, she kept the thumb on them and taught them to speak Mandarin while spending nearly her whole life as their Nanny.

They loved her as much as me. Yes, I loved her so much that I was extremely conscious of what I would say to her, as I would be destroyed if she wasn't available or if I ruined the perfect setup for my kids. So I'd said nothing. I chickened out.

However, the other night, she showed me that the waters were deep around her and I, along with Melissa, decided we wanted to involve her in our newly discovered sex life. Talk about a bad idea?

No, it turned into a terrific idea.

We all went to bed before Melissa returned from her day of freedom. But she was there in the kitchen the next morning. She had performed a metamorphosis for sure.

The beautiful butterfly had flown, and the change was perfect. She was wearing a nightgown that was too short, allowing me to see, and I stared until she cleared her throat, and then I blushed a very intense red.

Good morning, Mr. Honey do... Thank you for a wonderful day. Do you like my hair?"

"Wait until I show you the rest of the things."

"Did you do everything?"

"Are you kidding? I spent nearly six hundred dollars on the dress. The hair and makeup were over two hundred ninety dollars, and the lingerie was about three hundred dollars a pound. It weighs so little, you won't regret that I have it on when you see me in it.

"What do you still need to do to get ready for Saturday night?"

"Oh, just clean out my ass, cunt and throat."

"Do you think I am taking you out so I can fuck you, Melissa?"

"No, sir, I know it. I saw Sue at the hair salon. She recognized my voice and asked me how I was there on a day she knew I was watching your kids."

"I explained, and she smiled."

Sue said, "Melissa, you are in for a special night for sure. Now that we've met, let's be frank."

"Are you in love with Mr. Honey do...?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck him?"

"Let's quit poking around, Sue. I want to eat you until you lose control and pee all over my chin. I want to kiss your ass and drive a strap-on up it as far as it is long. I want to kiss, clean, and taste your vagina and watch the end of your clitoris as I cause you a clitoral orgasm. I also want to give Mr. Honey do... a blow job using only my mouth and a finger wave orgasm into my mouth."

Mellissa continued, "Do you think I love both of you? Just you? Or neither?"

She wanted to go to the van she has and fool around, but I want to do this the way you have imagined it. Okay, Mr. Honey do...? I turned her down. I can't believe I turned down a chance to have sex with her."

"Melissa, stop fishing; I will tell you nothing about this until we are alone Saturday night."

"But."

"No buts."

"Melissa, I am as excited as you seem to be when I think about Saturday night."

Finally, Saturday, about fifteen minutes before the club opened, a limousine arrived. It was a stretch with black glass privacy.

"Melissa, let's go."

The sun was bright, so when Melissa stepped into the limo, she was blinded for a few seconds in the darker space. When she could see, she saw Sue with a glass of Champagne held out to her. Melissa took the glass and sat back. When Mr. Honey do... sat down, Sue had a glass for him, and raising her glass, said, "Sex."

"Sex" was shared by the two last arrivals."

"Where are we headed? The Fly By Night Club is the other way."

"To the Hotel Alyeska, after dinner at the Double Musky."

"You guys."

"Why me? I'm gonna cry and ruin my makeup, dammit."

"Well, if your makeup is going to be ruined."

With that said, Sue leaned over and pushed one hand up Melissa's short skirt and felt Melissa's wet bare pussy, and at the same time, kissed Melissa in a sloppy French kiss.

They kissed for a long time, and when they broke apart, Melissa had Mr Honey do... in one hand and Sue's breast in the other.

"Sue, is this for real, or have I been drugged sometime earlier?"

Well, I'll tell you the story over dinner, okay?"

"Okay."

"We were lovers for the first time that night. He was working for my mother, and I arrived when the mess had mostly been handled. We needed a meal, so we decided to eat each other. That is the shortened version of a remarkable event in my life."

"I realized the absence of a sex life is like the absence of my father, who died six years ago; it hurts to be alone --in bed. Alone allows imagining in dreams and thoughts what was and what could be. Both are either a painful or joyful time to consider."

"Joy being alone is knowing that the truth cannot be hidden from yourself and that the results of loneliness are curable by simply making one's self available to every influence. Something, or someone eventually sticks, and life is shared again."

"When Mr. Honey do... looked to me for support of my Mom after my stepfather attempted to kill her, I melted with compassion. He was suffering more than Mom was. He was open to me, and that caring and openness was the falling barrier I walked through to hug him after I'd hugged my Mom."

"I was facing him when I arrived and hugged Mom. He saw the tears of gratitude to him for caring about my Mom. He saw the tears in my eyes and knew Mom would not be placed in an adult care facility. He works for older women for free when they cannot afford the necessary repairs he can do. What a heart that guy has, Melissa. He can tell when a child cares about their parents enough to make sure they are safe and not doing without the necessities. "

"Horrific thoughts for a wonderful evening, eh?"

"Melissa and I were both dabbing at tears as I told her about Mr. Honey do..."

"He sat quietly, and when Sue wound down, he unemotionally said, "I was not sure what the daughter of a critically impaired Mother would be like, and I was happy to find you caring and willing to change your life for her. It shows that she cared for you through all your trials and tribulations and that you recognized that she sacrificed much of herself and her life for you."

"There are not enough children of failing parents that care as much as is necessary to alter their life to assure their parents are safe and healthy. Sue is at the top of the caring children I've run into in my business."

Sue immediately asked, "You are Mom's Mr. Honey do... aren't you?"

I nodded a yes.

"You need to know, Mr. Honey do... my Mom constantly reminded me that she remarried the wrong man. She always said she wished you would love her up when you came to repair something for her," Sue remarked.

"Mom told me that you are so macho that she masturbates while she calls you to schedule a repair, and then when you arrive, she leaks heavily into her panties at just the sight of you."

"My stepfather hates you. He is so jealous of what Mom feels for you that he became a criminal in this attempt to erase his own pain."

'So, Melissa, when we were in the throws of discovering sex together, we were able to be honest, and here we are tonight, in a beautiful setting under the amber lights of the ski slope, about to have the anticipated sex my Mom wanted. She offered to pay for tonight. We refused her because we didn't want to film us with you."

"Dementia causes the brain to malfunction differently among its victims. My Mom has begun to think of sex as a social display opportunity. I interrupted her the next morning when I saw her masturbating with her hair brush. The bristle ends against her clitoris. Ouch."

"I gave her my vibrator, and then to appease her desire to exhibit herself, I watched her masturbate."

"She convinced me years ago that a mother had private time. Watching the pleasure she gave herself, I realized that she knew way more about life than I could possibly ever learn."

"Her generation had it much more difficult because she wasn't able to be the sexual being she knew existed in her head and heart. Imagine not sharing nearly everything in a lifetime of hardship. But the personally satisfying activity was never mentioned, not even whispered among friends or married couples."

"Mom told me immediately after the first time I masturbated in bed that she knew I had done it. She asked me to do it again in front of her. She wanted to help me let go of my fears of playing with my clitoris and vagina as being a sinful activity and to remove any sense of shame that the societal mores were in those times."

"When I was hugging my Mom that day, I was feeling everything except lust. And, I had no idea about what would occur with Mr. Honey do..."

"I certainly didn't expect anything like tonight would happen. But my Mom detected the connection and whispered in my ear that she owed her life to Mr. Honey do... She wanted me to make sure he was loved for her, as her appreciation for him saving her."

"She whispered, "I wanted to fuck him, but I knew he was too respectful of me to consider it. I knew because I had attempted to seduce him many times. Each time, he reminded me that he was too interested in my personal safety and enriched life from his repairs as Honey do this... Honey do that."

One time, he was repairing a fence, and I was helping him. I was hauling the old fence boards to pile them in the trailer when I tripped, and a board stabbed my thigh and left a fleet of splinters all up and down the inside of my thigh."

"Of course, I was wearing a pair of too-small Daisy Duke shorts. They were made of nylon. And they were as tight as I could fit around my ass and pull over my thighs. I was actually hanging my cunt's lips over the edges of the crotch. The wet stain in the nylon had turned the white cloth almost transparent. I was so sexually aroused that my vagina's nectar had been running down my thighs for a half hour or so."

"The board's splinters were from my knee to my shorts. I, of course, couldn't remove some of the ones closest to my shorts, so we stopped the fence repairs and started the splinter removal work.

He said, "We should go to an emergency room."

"But I said. "You, Mr. Honey, do... can fix this if you can fix all those other things."

"I don't know Mrs. Morgan, this looks like there are twelve or fifteen splinters. I may cause you some pain that you wouldn't suffer at an emergency room."

"Mr. Honey do... go to the top drawer in my bath sink vanity. You will find four or five different tweezers. The magnifying glass should be right there, too. Bring all of that to the patio. We will do this together. Now, go. No arguments, go."

He seemed to be gone a long time when he appeared with the bottle of Jack and a shot glass. He also had a wet towel and a dry towel plus all of the tweezers and an ointment from my nightstand."

"I had positioned myself upside down on a chaise lounge and was spread wide open. I could see my reflection in the sliding glass doors, and I wanted to eat me, so I couldn't imagine a man who wouldn't think of my cunt instead of the splinters. But no, not Mr. Honey do... He was so intent on getting to those splinters that it seemed he didn't see the shape of my pussy soaking through the nylon."

"Jesus, Mrs. Morgan, you may have splinters above your shorts. Let me get the ones I can, and then we will decide if we need to go to the emergency room for any I can't get out."

"He first washed his hands in rubbing alcohol, and then he, without any indication of his awareness of my soaking wet, smelly cunt, removed thirty-three splinters from my knee to the hem of my shorts."

"He hesitated, and it appeared he wanted to say something, and finally, I said, Mr. Honey do... just tell me what you are searching for words to say. Just say it, man."

"Mrs. Morgan, I think we need to see if there are any splinters under your shorts. I don't know how to do that without removing them. Do you have panties on?"

"Well, Sue. I didn't."

I said, "No."

"Do you want to put panties on? If you don't of course your vagina will be exposed, and I will be looking at your crotch searching for the last splinter. You can't leave any there because the wood is redwood, and it will eventually fester and possibly cause an infection."

"I had finally had enough pussy footing around and rolled off of the chaise lounge and stood in front of him as I rolled the shorts over my hips, spread my thighs, and pulled the shorts out of my vagina's gash. I pushed them to the pavement, stepped out of them, bent over, and as I stood. I dropped them in his hand and then repositioned myself on the chaise again in the same position."

"Now, Mr. Honey do... do me. I need repair, and since you are the best at repairs, do your Honey do this... Honey do that thing. I am afraid I'll come while you do me. I never imagined I would need Mr. Honey do to be pulling splinters from my cunt."

"He sighed and began. He removed six splinters from the thigh at the crease to my torso and then said, "There are three in the left labia, Mrs. Morgan. I will need to pinch the labia to tighten the skin and dig them out. Do you really want me to touch your pussy? It is the only way I think I can remove them without risking them breaking off under your skin."

"I not only think you should be cautious, I want to feel your touch. So, please do whatever you want while removing those. Will that be the last ones?"

"I'm afraid not. There are a few more on the right labia, down on the inside of it. I will need to touch you even more to remove them. I think we will be done after those."

"Get it done, I can take it" Can you?"

"Well, I hope so. You have a beautiful vagina, Mrs. Morgan. Some pain will accompany these last few because they are deep and long. The removal will be easy if I can reach the end of them without breaking the skin. Are you ready?"

"That depends on what you're asking about, I think."

"Yes, the way you are making everything about sex, I think there are a hundred ways to take our comments. If you imagine the nastiest, that is the one I am meaning," he said, smiling.

"After this two-minute conversation, I said. "Do it."

"The three splinters came out easily, and the last touch of his hand on the right labia caused me to climax violently."

"He wiped my entire thigh and my vagina with a soapy cloth and then rinsed it and  dried me without more conversation."

"He stood, and I saw he had a tent in the front of his trousers. I reached for him, but he'd already moved toward the sliding doors with the bowl of water and all of the other tools he'd brought to remove those splinters."

"He never looked back, so I masturbated to a tremendously satisfying climax."

"By the way, when I told my husband and showed him where the splinters had been, he called me every nasty thing you could imagine. I bet that was the last straw for his caring for me."

Tonight, you will call the shots. We will do everything you suggest. What is first?"

Melissa was stunned enough to be in a brain fog. She mumbled, "I don't care."

Sue said, "Okay, then. I am going to lick and rim your asshole. My tongue will glide in and around it. The pleasure is so good that it is no wonder that it has been made to seem to be a bad thing. Lie on your chest, with your butt in the air, your elbows supporting you along with your knees."

"Like this?"

"Mmhm, doesn't that feel good?" Sue asked as she massaged Melissa with her tongue and as she began to spread away from the center of her ass. Sue stroked the center with the pad of her thumb, pushing against the pulsing sphincter. Melissa was steadily moaning and oohing. Meanwhile, Mr. Honey do... was licking Melissa's feet and toes. He noticed that suddenly her toes knotted and squeezed tightly, and her moans turned to quick breaths and a humping motion against Sue's face."

The orgasm felt so good that Melissa asked Sue, "Please don't stop. I love that."

Instead of retreating, Sue bore into Melissa, and Melissa came again. This time, she collapsed on the bed, moaning and mumbling, "Sue, that was amazing. I cannot tell you how nasty and how wonderful that was."

Since Melissa was lying on her belly, Mr. Honey do... said. "Melissa, spread your legs as far apart as you can for me."

Sue helped Melissa spread out on the bed, and then when Mr. Honey do... kneeled between Melissa's legs, Sue positioned his cock into her vagina. He slipped in slowly, and Melissa fainted.

Mr. Honey do... recognized the faint as a temporary event and held his cock deep in her feeling the pulses of her orgasm again. She woke and said, "I am ready now. The pleasure as you pushed against my G spot overtook me."

"That is what I thought, Melissa. I nearly fainted myself, when I realized how little stimulation you need to come. Let me continue now. Would you want me to stop if you faint again?

"I will leave that up to you because you may want to continue since you will still be able to feel my cunt around your cock. I wonder if my muscles stop pulsing when I faint. So my final answer is a definite, 'yes,' I want you to fuck my fainted cunt. We may learn something none of us knew we didn't know."

With that handled, Mr. Honey do... began the ancient dance of the male dominating the female from the back, with her helpless to move or flee. The male had much more control over her than she had over herself when he had his cock in her vagina and she was smashed against the ground. He could fuck her hard, soft, long or short. He could hurt her, so she'd instinctively fight him, and then, for her own survival, she'd have to submit.