Misty (27 page)

David went quiet for a beat, and then said, “Yeah, I forgive you.”

“I need you to come over—not for sex, though. Brick fucked me until I was raw, and now my pussy is really sore. I need you to come over and hold me until I fall asleep. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure. You know, it's not only about sex for me. I care about you. Hell, I might as well admit it, I'm falling in love with you. I'm so into you, I told my wife that I knew about her affair with her coworker and then I kicked her out of our bedroom. The only person I want lying next to me is you.”

“Where does wifey sleep—on the living room couch?” Misty couldn't stifle a giggle.

“No, she put a futon in our daughter's room and she sleeps in there. Since you and I have been together, I lost my desire for her. My marriage is officially over. I've been blowing up your phone, trying to tell you the good news. I'm a free man, baby.”

“Slow your roll, David. For the sake of your child, you need to stick with wifey a little longer. I grew up without a father and I know from firsthand experience how devastating that can be.”

“I'm not going to abandon my daughter, but I need to get away from my wife.”

“Not yet. I want you to be an honorable man and stick by your child.” Misty covered her mouth and laughed behind her hand. If having David around her on a daily basis was beneficial, she would
have taken him from his stupid little daughter without hesitation. But she didn't need him hanging around her, twenty-four hours a day, and so she convinced him to be a good father.

“You're so understanding, Misty. That's one of the things I love about you.”

“Aw, thanks, babe. I have strong feelings for you, too.”

“I hope one day you'll grow to love me.”

“Let's not rush things; you'll have to earn my love.”

“I plan on earning it.”

“That's good to know,” she said with a smirk.

“As soon as you say the word, I'll file for divorce. I'm serious about you, girl.”

“We'll talk about our future plans when you get here,” Misty said sweetly.

“I'm putting my clothes on now, sweetheart. I'm gonna be breaking speed limits trying to get to you.”

“Aw, you got me blushing,” Misty said, feigning modesty while a sneaky smile crept across her face.

•  •  •

David hugged Misty so tight, she had difficulty breathing. He mistook her gasping for sobs. “Shh. Shh. Don't cry, Misty,” he soothed lovingly. “I'm here now; everything's gonna be all right. You had a slip-up with your ex, I trust you and I know it won't happen again.”

Seizing the opportunity to play the victim, Misty bent over and began rubbing her crotch. “I'm not upset about that anymore, but my coochie hurts so bad.” She was wearing a short, stretchy, body-hugging onesie. She pulled the crotch area to the side, revealing her bare pussy. “Kiss it for me, David. Make it feel better.”

Instead of obliging her immediately as she expected, he hesitated, fidgeting uncomfortably. “Um, I know you don't expect me to go down on you after you been fucking ol' boy.” David gawked at her with an expression that said he found her request shockingly absurd.

“It shouldn't matter who I fucked; all you should be concerned about is making me feel better,” Misty said with an edge to her voice.

“Did you at least wash it?” he asked, his voice climbing an octave.

Misty stared at him unflinchingly. “No, I didn't wash it. Why should I?”

“Because…” David lowered his eyes and made a sound of frustration. “You know, for sanitary reasons.”

She sighed. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do.”

“Then why're you asking me all these questions. If you want my coochie to be clean, then wash it with your tongue.” Having nothing else to say, she pressed her lips together challengingly.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, David caved in and said, “Okay, I'll clean your pussy.”

Misty smiled as she clamped her hands on his shoulders, urging him to bow down.

David slowly lowered himself until he was on his knees, his face flush with her vagina.

“Did he use a condom?” he asked, looking up at her nervously.

Misty shook her head. “No, he didn't. Baby, stop talking, all right? I'm in pain and I want you to prove how much you love me.” She gripped the back of his neck, nudging his head forward until his mouth mashed against her outer lips. The tip of his tongue jutted between his lips and began to timidly flick against Misty's clit.

“Don't be shy. Clean that coochie out for me, baby. Show me how much you love taking care of me,” she said in a whispery, seductive
voice that persuaded David to delve inside, stabbing in and out of her wetness with wild abandon. Growing accustomed to and starting to like what he believed to be Misty's flavor, mixed with semen from another man, David began moaning.

“Do you like how Brick tastes inside me?” Misty felt that familiar rush that came whenever she took someone out of their comfort zone and lured them into her sexually deviant world.

“Mm-hmm,” he murmured, so focused on lapping up her juices, he was unable to give a coherent verbal response.

The fact that David admitted to enjoying sucking out Brick's imaginary cum had Misty's pussy leaking like crazy. Her overflowing juices poured out of her and David had to widen his mouth in order to capture every drop.

Feeling herself on the verge of cumming, she led David to the bed and tugged on his belt. “Take your shit off and fuck me,” she ordered in a bossy tone that she didn't try to disguise with sweetness.

David quickly stripped and mounted her. “I never did anything like that before,” he whispered in her ear.

“Would you be willing to do it again?” Misty inquired.

“I'll do anything for you,” he vowed with a groan as he plunged inside her.

Simply imagining all the freakish fun she was going to have with David caused Misty to explode on the third dick-stroke.

“Did you cum already?” David asked, surprised.

“Yeah, a big-ass nutt,” she replied breathlessly as her heart raced a mile a minute. “Now it's your turn.” She smoothed his hair, and then delicately ran her hands down the sleek athletic lines of his arms and back. Without warning, she suddenly dug her pointy fingernails into his skin.

“Ow!” David yelped from the sharp pain and then immediately
began putting in work with forceful thrusts and powerful gyrations.

“That's right; fuck me like you mean it.” She bit his chest lightly and then applied a little more pressure. She continued biting him on his chest and shoulders until his convulsing body and loud groan announced that he'd reached the finish line.

Misty nudged him. “Move! You're smothering me, David.”

David rolled onto his back, his chest heaving. “You got me doing crazy shit, but I like it. I've never been with anyone as freaky as you.”

“Stick around; it gets much freakier than what we got into tonight. But I want you to know that it takes a real man to be with me.”

“I'm a real man.”

“We'll see. Don't punk out when I make other kinky requests that might sound outlandish to you.”

“I'm open-minded. Whatever you want to get into is all right with me.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Well, I've been thinking about getting into a threesome.”

David propped himself up with an elbow. “A threesome with who? You, me, and your ex?” he asked, clearly appalled.

“Would that be so bad? You already tasted his cum, didn't you?” Misty said with teasing laughter.

“Damn, you don't have to make fun of me. I did that to make you feel better; now you're throwing it in my face,” David said with a hurt expression.

“Aw, I'm only messing with you. The threesome I'm referring to would be with you, me, and another chick.”

David brightened up. “Oh, yeah? Who's the chick—one of your friends?”

“No, I want to get into a threesome with you, me, and your wife.”

I
t was Friday evening, and Anya knew exactly where to find Natalie. She'd be gorging on free food and cheap drinks during happy hour at Skippy's.

Anya had been waiting in her car for over an hour when Natalie finally emerged from the club dressed in clothes from Anya's closet. Heading toward the bus stop, Natalie weaved drunkenly, the heels of her fake Louboutins clicking on the pavement.

Umph, bitch still can't afford to buy a decent pair of shoes.

“Hey, Natalie,” Anya yelled out the window of her Audi.

Natalie was either pretending or was actually too intoxicated to recognize Anya's car. “Who's that?” she inquired in a slurred voice, leaning to the side and squinting as if trying to make out Anya's face.

“Girl, come on and get in the car. I'll give you a ride home.”

Natalie hobbled a little closer. “That's okay, I'm good,” Natalie said in a nervous voice.

“Natalie, stop acting crazy. You don't think I hold you responsible for what Majid did to Sergio, do you?”

Natalie looked down guiltily. “I don't know what to think,” she mumbled.

“Girl, I consider you a friend, and you can't help what your man did.”

“That's true.”

“I'm so devastated over what happened to Sergio; I need to talk to someone. You want to have a drink with me?” Anya held up a silver flask. “Drinking alone is depressing.”

“You got any weed?” Natalie asked.

“No, but I can buy some. Who do you buy your weed from?”

“My weed man's name is Tone. All I have to do is give him a call and he'll meet us outside the Seven-Eleven near my house.”

“Okay, give him a call.”

“How much you spending? About forty dollars?”

“No, I need more than that to forget my troubles.”

“You want to get a quarter pound?” Natalie asked, her eyes gleaming with hope.

“I can do that. A quarter pound ain't about nothing. I could buy a couple pounds of weed if I wanted to, but I don't really smoke that much.” Anya didn't typically boast about her finances, but under the circumstances, it was to her benefit to flaunt her bank account.

“You're definitely not a weed head like me, so would it be okay if you let me have whatever we don't smoke up tonight?” Natalie asked, wearing a greedy smile and seeming to instantly sober up.

“Yeah, you can have whatever's left. I want to get nice, so I can forget my troubles.”

Lured by the prospect of free weed and liquor, Natalie zipped around to the passenger's side of the car and got in.

Anya pulled into traffic, speeding in the direction of the highway that would take her to Natalie's neighborhood. Instead of taking the on ramp, Anya swerved suddenly and brought the car to a stop on the desolate underpass of the highway, an area off the side of the road where her car was obscured by trees.

“Why're we parking here?” Natalie asked.

“I want to count my cash-on-hand before we place the order. I
don't want to be pulling out big bills in front of a drug dealer. I'm not trying to get robbed, you know what I mean?” From her wallet that was bulging with cash, Anya extracted six-hundred dollars and then stuck the money in her bosom.

Natalie licked her lips visibly when she saw the large amount of cash Anya was carrying in her wallet. Her eyes darted around thoughtfully, as if trying to come up with a plan for her and the weed man to stick-up Anya and split the dough.

“Are you straight? You got enough paper to pay for the weed?” Natalie injected concern in her voice as her eyes roved back and forth from Anya's money-stuffed bosom and down to her bulging wallet.

“Yeah, I have more than enough to pay for the weed.”

“Okay, I'm about to call Tone and put in our order,” Natalie said. She rifled around in her handbag and retrieved her phone. Before she could enter a number, Anya leaned over and pressed a Taser gun into her forearm and held it there, enjoying the zapping sound intermingled with Natalie's shrieks.

Anya removed the Taser and watched with interest as Natalie slowly recovered. Groaning and frantically rubbing her arm, Natalie was wide-eyed as she stared at the welt that quickly appeared on her arm. “Son of a bitch,” Natalie exploded. “Look at my damn arm! What the fuck did you do that for? My shit is burning; feels like it's on fire!”

“Bitch, I'm just getting started.” Anya tased her again, this time aiming the weapon at her chest. Natalie's legs kicked out, and her arms went limp as her body convulsed. “I'm gonna have a lot of fun torturing your snitch ass.”

Natalie gasped and wailed. “What are you talking about? I ain't snitch on nobody.”

“Stop lying, ho. You used the information you got from me to set up Sergio. Trying to win points with Majid, you backstabbed my man and got him killed. I barely escaped with my life, but you don't give a damn. You wanted me dead, too.”