Dirty Games With My Ex's Uncle

Rain gushed down violently from the dark- grey minibus crowds.

Mia, a twenty three beautiful goddess with long hair and blue eyes, didn't care a bit to walk under the natural watery elements.

In both hands, she carried the shoes that had adorned her feet earlier that day. She walked barefooted in the dirty rain water.

Tears burnt in her eyes as she sobbed with quivering lips.

If angels truly cry due to heart- breaks, then you are reading about one.

While she strode the forsaken uptown streets, a black posche car sped from behind and parked a few meters in front of her.

The door to the automobile swung open and a Man dressed in a black tailor made suit stepped. He held an umbrella over his head.

Mia waded her feet through the running rainy water until she reached the car.

The man opened the back door and beckoned her to enter with a single nod.

Mia, without thinking twice, hopped in and sat by Corinth Wade.

The interior of the car was so cosy and comfortable. The leather seats served a therepeutical and luxurious warmth that only the rich could afford.

The driver closed the door after Mia got in and the vehicle drove away after a moment.

Corinth, a fifty- eight old medium built man, was a billionaire mafia who controlled cross boarder trade across the country. He was well invested in real estate and government bonds. He knew when to invest, when to hold back and when to reap fruits of his investments. Let's just say, he was fucking wealthy and sat atop of the world.

Corinth took his warm coat and gave it to her. She quickly covered herself. Silence was all the two could afford.

Mia, clad in dripping wet clothes, labored to push back her tears amid sobs. But it was all in vain.

"Until today," Corinth broke the silence. "I've never seen an Angel cry and walk in the rain."

Mia broke down and sobbed.

Corinth, like a man of stony heart, he watched on in silence. he dared not disturb her.

When she had calmed down, he remarked, "Is it Derrick?"

Mia nodded while brushing the tears away with her hands.

"What did he do?" Corinth's voice in mellowed softly.

"I.... caught him snogging and fucking some bitch at his apartment. I mean, after all the sacrifices I made for him, he chooses a whore over me? An ugly whore for that matter," Mia charged out with tones of emotions.

Corinth smirked and waged his response, "that Jerk. How can he treat you like trash?"

"I'll be fine uncle Corinth," Mia spoke.

Corinth shook his head and insisted, "Please. Call me Corinth."

Mia was was dumbfounded. How can she call her Ex- boyfriend's uncle by his first name only? Besides that, Corinth was at least two decades older than her.

Corinth placed emphasis on his earlier sentiment. And this time, he extended his hand onto her upper thigh.

She startled in fear and disbelief.

But this was just the beginning.

He piloted his hand around a small radius of Mia's thigh. His eyes burnt with intent. He was like a devil who was blood thirsty.

"Uncle Corinth," Mia forced his hand off her wet thigh. "What's this? What do you want from me?!"

Corinth fetched a cigarette from his inner jacket pocket. He light it up and took a few puffs. "I want you," He announced. "I want you to my girl."

"But, I'm like your niece. I just broke up with your nephew," She contended.

Corinth retorted albeit in his usual soft tone, "so what?"

"So, we can't do this." Mia commanded.

Corinth placed his hand back on her thigh. He pulled her skirt up, exposing her thigh. 

She pulled legs together. Her lips parted and a loud scream rang out, "We can't do this, Uncle Corinth!"

Corinth railed his nails on Mia's upper thigh in a gentle and arousing fashion. 

Mia was however quick to repel him. She employed her two hands and shoveled his intruding hand away.

"Don't be stupid, Mia," He roared with frustration. "I want to take care of you, support you and change your wellbeing. I swim in billions. Derrick is fucking poor and useless. Give me a chance and I'll change your life for good."

Mia, with a stern face, glared at Corinth. By now, it had dawned in her that the old fella was more than serious. She knew full well that he was the kind that did not take 'No' for answer. He was a go- getter. A fucking billionaire- Mafia.

His muscular hands landed on her thighs again.

He caressed them for a moment before advancing to the upper parts. As soon as Mia tried to repel him, he interposed with one hand while the other advance near further up her thighs.

Mia pressed her thighs together. But with a little strength, Corinth prevailed and strong right hand was an inch away from her vagina.

"Please," She begged helplessly, "don't do this."

Corinth was possessed. He was a slave of his own ego and determination. Every 'No' he heard - every resttance he faced - every huddle he met was only an inviation to force his way through. 

In Mia's case, her resistance was but an aphrodisiac. A turn- on. And, he was already hell- burnt on making her woman. Thus, he pushed his hand further and his finger rested on her cunt.

Mia exhaled heavily with her while glowy eyes rolling back. Her head tilted backwardly involuntarily, while her chest pumped out with vehemence. Her legs quivered as she part them wide. 

"You've touched the spot, Uncle Corinth," She mummbled. "That's the spot." 

Corinth's finger was now seperated from the cunt by a thin a layer of her pant. He slide to the side, and gently rubbed her, "call me Corinth. Not uncle." 

Pleasure gripped her as she felt his warm and strong hand between her trembling thighs. He massaged her pussy as he whispered in her ear, "what's my name?"

"Cori...n...t...h," she whispered back erotically.