Double Dippin': Misty Part 23

But Misty wasn't finished threatening her. "I don't know much about raising kids, but I'll have to learn after David and I get custody of your little girl."

"You're not a therapist," Tamia accused through lips that were twisted in rage. "David, what's going on? Why'd you bring me here?"

"He brought you here because I've taken a few online s.e.x therapy cla.s.ses and I was kind-hearted enough to volunteer to use my knowledge on your failing marriage, but since you don't appreciate my efforts, you can get the f.u.c.k out. In fact, I want David to pick up my new little daughter and bring her here, first thing in the morning." Misty turned to David. "What's your little girl's name?"

"Caitlynn."

"I don't know if I like that name, David. I might have to change it," Misty said, casting Tamia a sly smile.

"You're crazy. You're not taking my daughter and you're not changing her d.a.m.n name," Tamia shouted.

"I have a lot of pull with Philadelphia judges, and after I show one of my judge friends the tapes that I have of you sucking d.i.c.k when you should have been taking care of your daughter, he's not going to hesitate to give custody to David. And I'm not going to hesitate to legally change my new daughter's name from Caitlyn to something more appealing."

Misty smiled up at David. "You don't mind if I legally change our daughter's name to something prettier, do you?"

"She's gonna be your child, so you can do whatever you want with her," he responded, looking love struck as he ran his fingers through the long, silken waves of Misty's hair.

"Good. We're gonna get married immediately after you divorce this adulteress wife of yours," Misty cooed.

"Sounds good to me," he said, kissing all over her, revealing to his wife how much he idolized and adored Misty. "My daughter will be in good hands with you as her mother."

"After I get papers on you, I want to do something totally unconventional, but only if you want it," Misty said in a soft, sweet voice.

"What's that, baby?" David asked, lovingly stroking the side of Misty's face.

Tamia watched the bizarre interaction between her husband and Misty with her mouth gaped open, too shocked and appalled to speak.

"After we get married, I want to give both you and your daughter my last name. What do you think? Do you like the sound of David Delagardo?"

"I love it."

"We can pick out a new name for our daughter, together."

"No, you pick the name. You have good taste. I'm gonna love whatever you decide to name her."

Tamia clutched her stomach. "OhmiG.o.d; I'm gonna be sick. You two are both crazy."

"Crazy in love," Misty taunted, and then turned her mouth up to David. He obliged by planting a kiss on her lips, slipping in his tongue.

Tamia burst into tears. "Okay, okay. You win. I can't take any more of this. What do I have to do to keep my family together?" she asked Misty.

CHAPTER 35.

"Now, you're talking like you have some sense," Misty said. "The first thing you need to do is to get honest and tell David why you cheated on him in the first place."

"I cheated because I wasn't happy at home," Tamia said tearfully.

"Now, you're lying," Misty cut in.

"It's the truth."

"No, you cheated on this good, hardworking man because you're an ungrateful, dirty, grimy ho. Now, tell him the truth about why you cheated."

"What kind of therapy is this?" Tamia blurted.

"It's online therapy and it f.u.c.king works. Now do what I said."

Tears of humiliation spilled from Tamia's eyes. "I cheated because I'm ungrateful. You're a hardworking man and I didn't respect that."

"Hold up. Ain't n.o.body tell you to start freestyling; follow the d.a.m.n script," Misty said in an outburst of anger.

David patted Misty's back soothingly. "Calm down, sweetheart; don't let her upset you. She's always been hardheaded, and that's why our marriage fell apart."

"Your marriage fell apart because she has loose morals," Misty countered. Then she eyed Tamia who was sniffling and crying as she came to realize that she'd already lost her husband and there was a strong possibility that she might also lose her child to the wicked woman whose outrageously pretty face didn't match her ugly, cruel heart.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you one more time, Tamia; why did you cheat on your husband?"

"I cheated because I'm an ungrateful, dirty, grimy ho," Tamia recited with her head hung down.

"That's better. Now, let me ask you something?"

Tamia looked at Misty reluctantly.

"When is the last time you sucked your husband's d.i.c.k?"

"She hasn't done that in over a year," David complained.

"Shh. Be quiet, David. Let Tamia answer for herself."

David pantomimed zipping up his lips.

"I don't remember," Tamia said curtly.

"Okay, well, when's the last time you sucked your man's d.i.c.k?" Misty inquired.

Tamia sighed. "A few weeks ago."

"Then you need to give your husband head two to three times a day to make up for the way you neglected your wifely duties for so long. Now, if you can't handle it, I'll be more than willing to take him and your daughter off your hands," Misty reminded, her words an unveiled threat.

"That's not a problem. I'll start giving him head, again," Tamia agreed.

"I want you to start, now," Misty said coldly.

"In front of you?" Tamia was mortified.

Misty responded by unbuckling David's belt and shoving his pants down. She stuck her hand inside his briefs and fondled his d.i.c.k until it was throbbing and rigid. As Misty stroked him, he caressed her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing and groping at the clasp of her bra. The way he was breathing heavily, Misty knew he was yearning for a mouthful of her t.i.tties, but it wasn't the right time for that.

Misty pulled away from David's groping hands and hungry, searching lips. "Come handle this," she said to Tamia while holding David by the base of his d.i.c.k. Tamia stepped forward and attempted to caress her husband's d.i.c.k.

"No, I got this. Drop down on your knees and open your mouth," Misty directed in a bossy tone.

Doing as she was told, Tamia a.s.sumed a position on her knees. With her eyes squeezed shut in deep humiliation, she opened her mouth. Misty guided David's d.i.c.k inside his wife's mouth. David groaned in delight as the head entered the moist warmth.

Still holding his d.i.c.k and controlling the tempo of the b.l.o.w.j.o.b, Misty could feel him swelling and thickening inside her grasp. David began to thrust, trying to jam more d.i.c.k length into his wife's mouth.

Misty smacked his a.s.s cheeks. "Be still. I'm running this show."

David's body went still as he allowed Misty to control his d.i.c.k thrust, using her hand to drive his length in and out of Tamia's open mouth at a pace that she determined.

Growing hot and bothered by the kinkiness of the s.e.xual activity, Misty couldn't help from getting more involved in the action. She grabbed a handful of Tamia's hair, forcing her head to bob up and down at a rapid rhythm while she used her other hand to jam David's d.i.c.k down his wife's throat.

"That's enough, b.i.t.c.h," Misty said as she withdrew David's d.i.c.k from Tamia's mouth. "Now, you can f.u.c.k me, baby," she told him as she pulled him toward the bed.

With tears in her eyes, Tamia stood and watched helplessly as her husband swept Misty into his arms and carried her to the bed. After pulling off her boots, he kissed her feet. He helped her wriggle out of her tight pants and thong and like a magnet pulled to metal, his lips fastened against Misty's p.u.s.s.y. David made loud, wet sucking sounds as he slurped the moisture from between her legs.

Misty beckoned Tamia. "Come sit on the bed and get a close look at how much your husband loves eating out my coochie. Now, I need you to help him out."

"In what way?" Tamia asked warily.

"I want you to lie down on the bed and let my baby straddle your face."

"Why does he have to straddle my face?" she asked in a scared voice.

"He c.u.ms quick the first time; so let him bust that first nutt on your face, you know, to get off some of the aggression he feels toward you for d.o.g.g.i.ng him out the way you did. That's part of the therapy, understand?"

Resigned to do whatever warped ideas Misty had in store for her, Tamia nodded her head.

"After he busts that first nutt, then he can f.u.c.k me the way I like it, with those long, hard strokes."

David straddled his wife, but he wasn't allowed to touch his d.i.c.k. Misty m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed him, and then aimed his erupting member at Tamia's face. Seeing sticky e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n sliding down her nose and her cheeks was a powerful aphrodisiac for Misty.

She grabbed David by the arm, pulling him off his wife and onto her. With their bodies pressed together, Misty humped and writhed with l.u.s.t as she frantically filled her p.u.s.s.y with David's thickness.

Sobbing, Tamia staggered to the bathroom to clean her face. For Misty, hearing Tamia's pitiful weeping was like listening to romantic music. The sound set the mood, heightening her l.u.s.t, and prompting her to wrap both legs around David's waist as she threw the p.u.s.s.y at him.

CHAPTER 36.

Anya had been certain to park her car on the side of Skippy's where there were no cameras, and she felt certain no one had seen Natalie getting inside her Audi.

Bags crammed with shoes, clothes, and Sergio's money were piled in the trunk of her car. She had one stop to make before hitting the road, headed for Philly.

On a residential street that hadn't been ravished by the poverty of the inner city, Anya pulled to a stop and parked. Outside, older people tended to their yards or sat on their porches shooting the breeze. All eyes were on Anya as she got out of her car and walked to the house with the water sprinkler spraying the gra.s.s.

The woman dressed in bright colors and with smooth, dark skin was obviously Paloma's Aunt Harriet; the resemblance to her niece was startling. She was expecting Anya, and welcomed her inside. Neighbors craned their necks, wondering about the ident.i.ty of the well-dressed young woman visiting Harriet.

Harriet discreetly closed the door and offered Anya a seat. "So, you're Mr. Sergio's girlfriend?"

"Yes, I am...I was," she corrected, dropping her eyes. The idea that she'd never see Sergio again...that she had to speak of him in past tense still hadn't fully sunk in. "I'm not going to beat around the bush. I came to give you something." She pulled an envelope from her bag. The envelope was stuffed with thousands of dollars. "There's more than enough money here to cover sending Paloma's body back to Santo Domingo, to pay for her funeral, and for round trip tickets for you to fly back with her body. And I'd appreciate if you'd give the remaining money to her family back on the island."

"That's very kind of you," Harriet said.

"It's what Sergio would have wanted."

"I knew his mother. Mr. Sergio was generous like she was. They're together, now...in heaven. His father, eh, I'm not so sure where he ended up. He wasn't a nice man. But Mr. Sergio had his mother's kind heart."

"I hope he's in heaven," Anya said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, he is. The good Lord has already forgiven his sins."

Anya left Harriet's house feeling comforted. The average woman would be nervous about driving across country in a car that had millions stashed in the trunk, but Anya felt safe and protected. No harm would come to her. Her two guardian angels-her mom and Sergio-were looking out for her.

After driving 644 miles without stopping to sleep, Anya arrived in Philly, and checked into a hotel. She could feel her eyes trying to close as she made her way to the elevator with the bellhop trailing behind her, pushing her a.s.sorted pieces of luggage on a gold baggage carrier.

A very pretty young woman, who appeared around Anya's age-no more than five years older-got on the elevator. "I must have missed your phone call," the woman said to the handsome bellhop flirtatiously.

"Oh, I didn't think you were serious," he responded, blushing.

"I never kid around. When I see something I want, I make it very clear."

"Cool. I'll give you a call." He looked embarra.s.sed for Anya to overhear him making a hookup with a guest of the hotel.

Minding her business, Anya searched her phone as if expecting a text from Sergio. Glimpsing old text messages was so heartbreaking, Anya closed her phone and stuffed it in her bag. She glanced up and found herself looking into the face of the woman who was flirting with the bellhop.

Not only was she stunningly beautiful, but she looked eerily familiar. Anya felt a chill so strong, her body shuddered. The old folks said someone was walking on your grave when you felt a sudden and powerful cold chill. The woman had a hostile vibe and she defiantly stared Anya down, forcing Anya to break her gaze and look away.

She was relieved when the elevator reached the twelfth floor, and the strange lady sashayed through the sliding doors, head held high. Though she was pet.i.te in stature, she walked with the air of a much taller person. In fact, she gave the impression that she was quite fond of herself. Putting it bluntly, the b.i.t.c.h had an ego problem.

In her room, Anya kicked off her shoes and collapsed on the bed. Too tired to take off her clothes, she got under the covers, fully dressed. Before drifting off to sleep, she pictured the woman from the elevator again, and wondered why she seemed so familiar. She racked her brain trying to figure out why she felt so connected to her, but fell asleep before she could figure out the answer.