Corinth's driver brought the car to a stop at an opulent mansion. It was big and beautiful. A fountain of water gushed up at the entrance.
While Corinth and Mia burnt with passion and made love, the driver shielded the back seat out of sight. He didn't see a thing. His lot was to drive the Billionaire Mafia - Corinth. And, he understood the assignment.***Rains had abated a bit.A gentle knock was heard on the car's door.The Driver stood with and umbrella over his head and waited for Corinth to come out.A moment later, the door swung open Corinth stepped out and Mia followed after him.The long coat and a cum- stained pant was the only things that covered her body."I'll take it up from here," Corinth took the umbrella and led Mia into the mansion.***Water gushed down as Mia treated herself to a hot shower.She reckoned, she had a great time with Corinth. It was her first time having sex in a car. A moving car for that matter. The pleasurable experience was out of this world.The old son of the bitch had a big cock. Veins run thereon when it is erect. And he had a healthy cum load. The kind that would not fall short from painting every inch of the vagina white.On the other end, she was alive to some serious facts. No matter how sweet and engrossing it was, it was wrong to be intimate with Corinth.How could she, even? On the first day? With the Ex's uncle? Dirty whore: She addressed herself in a thought.A gentle knock on the door.The figure of Corinth stood behind the glass shower cubic."You won't turn into a fish no matter how much you shower," Corinth teased. "Dry up and wear the robe on the bed. Dinner is ready."Mia chuckled warmly as she turned the shower off.She walked out of the shower and slipped on Corinth's robe. That is all she had to wear for the rest of the day.After the meal, Mia walked besides Corinth in one the hallway of the house.The place looked odd compared to the rest of the house. The lights beamed red. It's walls were adorned by huge portraits."What's this place?" Mia wondered.Softly, Corinth responded, "Come on. I want to show you something."They entered a room that was flooded with blue lights. It was a big room.A bed was stationed in the middle of the room. And in one corner, two chairs were placed facing each other. Two metres separated them.Mia was quick to notice that the wall had sundry sex toys. Both men and women were cartered for."What's this place, uncle Corinth?" She wondered aloud.He cleared his throat and emphasized, "Corinth. Please."Mia nodded while looking around."Sit," He offered. "Please."Mia sat on one of the chairs. Corinth took his place on the other."This place is called the phoenix," Corinth replied looking at Mia.Her eyes gaped. "The phoenix?"Corinth stood up and strolled to the wall that was decorated with sex toys. He picked a pair of nipple clamps as he made reply, "Yes. This is where sex demons are unleashed. This is where pleasure takes flight and the urge to secure a burning orgasm are met."Mia kept silent. However, she loved the sound of the phoenix.Corinth walked back to his chair and undressed. Mia watched it. She saw his dick slowly but surely get hard. To her, it was the length and girth of his circumcised cock. The veins that decorated it when it was standing hard was also a delight."Lose that robe," he ordered as he placed the nipple clamps in her hands. "And clamp your nipples."Mia removed the robe. And clamped her nipples in front of Corinth who had just taken his seat.The mild pinch that the nipple clamps served sent ripples of arousal through her spine. "Awww," She sighed amid heavy breaths."How do you feel?" he wondered.Mia bit her lips before making reply, "they are pinch. In a good way.""You love them?!""Yeah," Mia replied as she railed her hands around the breasts."Gently squeeze your boobs," Corinth ordered as he served himself with gentle strokes on his hard dick.Mia obliged."Open your legs," Corinth broke the silence in no time. "Put your finger in your mouth and suck."Mia agreed to the order. And as soon as she begun sucking her index finger, he demanded again. "Slowly. Suck it slowly.""Uhm, yes Corinth," She gasped aloud.Corinth moaned in pleasure. The sight of Mia taking orders like a cadet was pleasurable."Now," Corinth remarked authoritatively. "Remove that finger and with it, touch your pussy."Mia, as ordered, took out her finger and gently railed it on her cunt. Her eyes rolled back. He chest puffed out. As groans of pleasure ensued from her mouth."Fuck," Corinth loved it. "Push it in. Push that fucking finger in."Mia moaned and twisted her body erotically as she indulged in the self care as prescribed by Corinth."I want you Corinth," She stammered. "I... want..."Corinth stood up and walked to where she sat. His dick stood strong and ready to induce pleasure in her. She saw it throb a couple of times as he walked to her. She was eager to have flesh in her.While her right hand sunk deep in her, she elevated her left limb to touch the dick, but he quickly parried her hand away.He took to the knee between her legs.His muscular hands elevated her legs on either side of the arms rest. Her wet cookie that took residence amid a beautifully tendered bush of pubic hair was exposed.Corinth looked at the wet pussy for a moment.But his attention swerved to the soft thighs. He lent to the side and licked and kissed them.His tongue rolled up and down on the thighs leaving a thin film of saliva."Oh, fuck!" Mia yelled in pleasure. "I love that shit."Derrick was somewhat a gentleman.He had a way with words. He believed in dialogue. He would verbally prowl around a woman until when she was in his control.By day, he worked as an assistant accountant in the water utility company. At night, he was a passionate lover. His ways in bed were equally gentle. The sucker would pass out and sleep like a baby immediately after ejaculation.On the other hand, His uncle Corinth was the exact opposite. He was a mafia. He never took 'No' for any answer.By day he was am established businessman. At night, he was a beast. Feasting on horny women's wet cunts in the Phoenix.This motherfucker was not a 'sisi'. Ejaculation not enough to put him to bed. Every cum, meant another opportunity to go again.***The above comparison echoed at the back of her mind as Corinth's tongue first touched her cunt. Her body shuddered vehemently. Corinth meticulous screwed his tongue into her cunt. And, slowly pulled it out. His tongue was redeployed on the clit.
Derrick stomped into the lounge of Mia's newly acquired apartment. It was beautifully spacious and boasted of expense furniture and paintings. Thanks to Corinth's generosity.Mia stood in front of a huge window enjoying a lit cigarette.Derrick stood spared just over a meter between where he stood and Mia."You are smoke?" He inquired in an angry tone. "Since when did you become a smoker?"Mia, without turning around, "Who wants to know?""What the fuck, Mia?" Derrick retorted with agitation. "You mean you can't recognise my voice anymore? And what happened to facing the person you are talking to?"Mia chuckled teasingly."How may I help you?" She offered. "It's been a week since I last saw you. Your phone has been off. You moved from your mama's house, and now what? You live here?"Mia turned around and sat on the chair by the window."How did you find this place? And, what do you want here?" She inquired softly.Derrick shook his head in disbelief. "You've been off the radar for a
"Beautiful place you have here," Mrs. Jackson (Mia's mother), commented after taking her seat.Mia flashed her a smile but said nothing.She knew that there was more from whence that compliment came.Mia coldly hard look back at the mother.Mrs. Jackson smirked and remarked, "since you'll not say anything, I'll ask. Who's financing all this? I mean, the last time I checked you didn't have a car nor a place to call your own. And, that was three days ago."Mia was visibly not comfortable. But Mrs. Jackson was not in a position to let it slip away with her inquisitions going begging."I've the whole day," Ms. Jackson advised. "It's either you start talking or we glare at each other the whe day."Mia cleared her throat, "Mama... someone got it for me.""Someone?" Ms. Jackson retorted. "A man?"Mia drowned in deep silence."Derrick was home yesterday. He indicates that you broke up with him and that a man now sponors you. Hence all this stuff we're seeing here," Mrs. Jackson established.
Corinth. The fucking devil himself.He slid his hand from her neck - down to her collar bone - then her breasts (he lingered around her nipples until they became hard and pointy. He pressed her against the shiny and opulent executive table. Mia was still in shock. She dared not say a word. She dared not resist him. She was shaken to the core. Fear was her remorseless captor. Corinth's eyes burnt with intent as he scanned her. His hand slid further down her flat tummy, and finally, her pubic area.He pulled her dress up and slipped his hand in her G- string. The moment his hand was in contact with her pubic hair, Corinth moaned faintly. His head involuntarily tilted onto her neck. "Aww. Fuck. I love it dirty. I love your hairy dirty pussy," He breathed heavily on her neck.Corinth was not the kind of man you would consider normal. His fancy was tickled but wild stuff. Things you would otherwise be disgustled with. He loved his woman unshaved. He preferred exploring around the bus
No sooner than Mia sat at the back of car than Corinth's driver closed the door and hurried to take the wheel."No no," Mia ordered hurriedly. "Keep the partition down.""Yes boss," The driver uttered his first two words.The driver reverted the partition back in its place.This was the first time Mia was riding in Corinth's car alone. She was been driven to the airport."Do you have a name?" Mia inquired.The driver kept his cool and gave in to a nod, "Amad. That's my name.""Great to know," She acknowledged. "You've been with Corinth for how long?"Amad cleared his throat before responding, "this is my sixth year.""I'm not alone," Mia mumbled. "I mean, he has tonnes of girls, doesn't he?Amad kept quiet.It was like he did not hear a thing."You heard Amad," Mia pressed him.Amad railed out a heavy breath. Clearly he was not comfortable with the subject Mia was forcing on the table.As Alluded, Amad had served Corinth for five years.He had seen and heard alot during the half decad
Mia walked into her apart with a clogged mind. She was full of the thoughts after seeing Corinth making love to another woman. And, the sentiments about Corinth's multiple partners only fuelled her concerns.Amad was kind enough to help her with her bags up to the sitting room."I believe that is all," he announced. "I beg to take my leave. You have a restful night."Mia bent over the table picked a cigarette. Quickly, she light it up and begun indulging on it's smoke."Are you rushing somewhere?" She inquired of Amad who had turned and was about to leave the room."Yes, mom," He remarked. "It's been a long day.""If it's okay," Mia spoke softly. "We can chat some more over a beer."Amad closed his eyes. And opened after a thoughtful while."Are you sure, about this?" He wondered."Stay," She insisted. "That's an order."Amad turned closed the door and turned to face Mia. He couldn't afford a word more of resistance."There are a couple of beers in the fridge. make yourself comfortabl
If Corinth can cheat and sleep with any woman, so can I!***These were thoughts echoing at the back of Mia's mind as Amad's tongue ranked between her labia. He slowly and a great measure of gentleness pulled her labia before assigned his tongue on her clitoris and rendered a gentle rub thereon."Oh. fuck," She moaned with great pleasure. "I love this, Amad. You doing me right."Mia was quick to note that Amad was different altogether. He was the kind that would make a woman's heart skip beat. He was NEVER easily rushed into making love to her woman. He believed in foreplay. He preferred seeing a woman helplessly horny and wet. He was a dream to most horny bitches!Mia was high. She was tilting to helplessness with every stroke he made on her wet cunt with his tongue. She moaned heavily as her hands firmly caressed her boobs and tits.Amad discharged his oral service from the pussy and placed an spoke with half a breath, "Let me take off my shirt." Mia was quick to unbutton his shirt
Water from the shower gushed down- much to the satisfaction of Mia who stood beneath. This was barely forty hours after she had intercourse with Amad, Corinth's driver. It was never in her script to sleep him, but he sure gave her the satisfaction only word could afford. Let's just say, he understood the assignment and he delivered! After a good measure of minutes beneath the cold sprinkling water, she turned the shower off and reached for the towel. With quick hands, she dried herself up and marched out of the bathroom. Her walk to the bedroom was brought to a quick and startled stop as as she saw a naked figure of a man on the bed. It was Amad. His hairly and muscular body laid on the bed. His eyes gazed erotically at Mia, while his right hand gently rolled up and down his erected penis. The veins that decorated it were testament to his burning desire to have another go with Mia. Mia froze in disbelief. She was dumbfounded. She grew cold feet. Confusion took centre sta
Court was in session. Three days after her arrest, Mia was called to the dock by the judge. "Mia Jackson," The female judge spoke calmly. "You're hereby accused of murdering and concealing the body of Amad Azizi. A Tunisian and son of a diplomat. Do you understandthe charges levied against you?" Mia nodded a couple of times. "Yes your honour," She replied. The Judge further probed further, "How do you plead?" "Not guilty," She replied confidently. A loud scornful murmur rang out in the court room. It was as though it was not as quiet as still waters. The audience, most from the Tunisian community, pointed their fingers at Mia with disdain and impunity as they spoke in their mother tongues. The judge knocked the gravel on the desk twice. "Silence! Silence in court!" The Judge called the court to order. "Hearing to this case will commerce on 5th October, 2024. Court adjourned." The gravel was slammed on the desk again. The judge stood up and walked back to her cham
"You have two minutes," The Police Officer announced to the vistors as soon as they entered the visitors room. They only allowed five vistors at a time during the visitation hour. And, Mrs. Jackson made the first batch. A smile flashed as she set her eyes on Mia who sat looking down in shame on the other side of the tempered glass. Mrs. Jackson pushed back her tears as she picked the phone from the phone's receiver from it's handle. She knocked on the glass gently. Mia picked up the receiver on the other end. She barely looked at her mother. "I've spoken to a few good lawyers in town," Mrs. Jackson spoke calmly. "The best offer on the table is $23, 700. He needs a down-payment of $5, 700. And the remainder payable in three months. On me, I have $1, 375. I have sold almost all the non- essential items in our possession to raise that sum. I need to get you out of here." Mia shook her head, "What about the DA'S Office. I was told I'll be assigned a lawyer." "They want you to
"Why did you kill Amad?" The Detective paced about in the room as he opened the interrogation. Mia, sitting on a steel chair with both hands fettered to a steel table, struggled to wrap her head around the allegation. On the table was a gun and a blood- stained dress. Both articles were concealed in transparent plastic bags. And a couple of photos also made cast on the items on the table. "I didn't Kill him," Mia responded with a shaky voice. The young Detective flashed a smile on his face. He looked at Mia and gave in to another smile. "Alright," he spoke. "Let’s say I believe you. You didn't Kill Amad and i want to let you go. How then do I explain your finger prints on the gun found the crime scene?" "That's not my gun," Mia responded. "That's Crystal’s gun. She shot Amad. I saw her shoot Amad." "And, the finger prints on the gun?" He inquired. Mia's face grew haggard. Sweat made audience on her face. The picture was becoming clear in her head. Yet she was defenseless. "Do
"You shot?!" Mia screamed aloud. "You have killed him."Crystal turned to Mia. Her face was as grim as hell. "Dress up," She ordered Mia in a faint but stern voice. "Dress up, now."Mia scampered to her clothes. Her hands trembled vehemently. Her face grew haggard. Sweat, great drops of sweat stood on her forehead. Fear was written all over her wrinkled face as she slipped her clothes on.Amad laid cold in a pool of his own blood. A bullet from Crystal's smoking gun had pierced through his skull. He was dead. Crystal killed him."He was not here," Crystal spoke calmly after a deep breath. "He was never here. Nothing happened here. Do you understand." Mia nodded as she pulled the pant up her body.She was shaken to the core. Terrified! Yet she managed to stitch an ounce of composure. At least, that is what her outlook suggested.Crystal was stood in front of Mia like a rock - she was without a pinch of emotions nor fear. It was as though she had not done something wrong. Worse still,
Breaths. Half breaths. Punctuated by heavy groans that ensued as Mia and Crystal locked in a steamy sixty- nine. The duo dug out and sucked each other's wet pussy with Mia atop.Saliva dripping from Mia's mouth as she serviced Crystal’s cunt. Crystal on the other hand, sucked in every ounce of juice that dripped from partner's pussy.A moment later, the two disengaged from the steamy sixty- nine and locked their lower bodies into a scissors. The goal was to glide and rub their cunts together. And it was achieved easily. Thanks to Crystal. As the two ladies rubbed their wet cunts together, they kissed, touched and caressed each other. Deep breaths escaped their mouths. After a good measure of knocking and rubbing each other's cunts, Crystal pulled out and pushed Mia on the bed. She laid flat with her legs wide open. "Good gal", She echoed as she placed her finger in Mia's pussy. Her mouth squarely rested on her clit."Awww", Mia moaned in delight.Crystal rubbed her tongue on Mia’s
“Hands were I can see them!” the security officer commanded. “Or I will shoot you.”Mia, however, objected. She dared him to shoot. Thus she walked out of the building, still clinging to the pair of shoes and trousers for the Human Resource director.As she descended the few stairs of the old, yet key Government building, the what Officer came stomping after her a rabid dog.Mia was either going to prison or she would be marshalled away in a bag as a dead body. She knew this full well. And the latter was her preference.Crystal, the Runner, drove in at a great speed and came to a calculated and precise halt just by Mia’s toes. She stretched to the side and opened the door to the passenger’s seat.“Hop in while you can,” Crystal invited Mia.Mia shook her head, “You follow me around now?!”“Just get in,” Crystal insisted.Mia was quiet hesitant. Thus she declined, “No, thank you. I honestly don’t want anything to do with you or Corinth.” The officer steadied his aim at Mia, he was rea
Mia, clad in a formal dress, albeit short, closed her eyes, she let out a deep breath before knocking on the Human Resource Director's office at the Cabinet office.A male voice rang out aloud. "Come in!"Mia opened the door and walked in. An envelope was perched between her upper arm and body.The HR Director scanned Mia from head to toe as she approached the desk."Good morning sir," She beamed with a smile. "I was called yesterday. For the job... position of cleaner.""Do you have a name?" The Director wondered rudely. "Yes sir. I'm Mia Jackson," She responded politely.The Director nodded, "Have a seat.""Thank you," She responded and took her seat in front of a fairly old man whose face was cursed with wrinkles. His head was as white as an almond tree.The Director looked at Mia in the eyes and spoke, "To begin with your application letter came in late. You do not have the needed experience. You were not shortlisted for the job. But, I'm the guy that makes things happen. You scr
In an air and light starved room, Mia laid on the bed in shear silence. Her tear- stained eyes spoke volumes of the long nights that haunted Her with regrets and self- pity. A week it had been, yet she cared less to treat her body to a bath. Her hair was mugged up like a mad woman. She had lost her spirit. And the urge to wake up to yet another day full of possibilities had quickly worn thin. A gentle knock was heard on the door. And before Mia could stich words of invitation into the room, the door swung open and Mrs. Jackson walked in. She held a cup of steaming tea in hand. "I made you a cup of tea," She warmly announced as Mia pulled herself to a sitting position. "You better drink while it's hot." Receiving the cup, Mia expressed her gratitude, "Thank you." Mrs. Jackson walked to the window and opened it after rolling back the curtains. "The world is beautiful out there. You can't see it that way in this dark and airless room." Then she walked back to Mia's bed and sat
Amad groaned in pain as he regained his consciousness and slowly found his way back in tuned with reality. He was tied to a chair beneath the shower in Mia's bathroom. Of course, he tried to fidget and toss about in a bid to free himself, but the fetters that bound him were too strong. A while ago, jut when he was about to treat himself to saliva- dripping and deep- throating blow job, the Gunny covered in a black mask and hoodie knocked him unconscious. She hit hard at the back of his head with the magazine of the gun. Mia also made cast in the tiny bathroom. She sat on the toilet pan adjacent to Amad. She was clad in nothing but a white towel. Cleary, she was confusion and afraid. Her trembling hands and tearful eyes gave testament to that. "Who... are you?" Amad stitched out a question in a stammer. The Gunny pushed the hoodie off her head and took off the mask. A smile dazzled across her face. She was nothing short of beautiful. "I'm your nightmare," She coldly responded. "Bu