It was a dusty winter's night, in late autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was full of mist and visibility was becoming unmanageable, as I walked the City streets.

My pandar forced to work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night ; to keep him and his confederate, away from me and my family.

My public figure is Louise and I am a single 21 year old mother, and also a prostitute. I have a three class old daughter, Misty ( Melissa ). She was being looked after by a closing curtain friend.

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy coldness whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the elements tonight. I was more distressed about earning money, then dressing up properly. When I set of on my evening route, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as coldness. It was just past midnight, and it wasn't the sheath now.

The exclusively protective covering from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, Negroid latex mini-skirt, black armoured combat vehicle vest, red and Negroid lace corset and my black knee length boots. I wore no bra but I did wear thin thong and a supporter whack. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur cap, or I would sustain frozen to Death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose blow formed, on my thighs and bureau, from the cold air.

I tried not to stand in one spot too long, or the chill would start biting into my already chilly skin.

Deciding it was a bit too foggy and coldness, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food district.

The thunder sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an back street that led to the rear of some eatery. There were trash cans, dumpsters and state of nature rodent, near where I stood. I lit up a cigaret and just watched, as people were leaving for taxi or their cars.

I while I puffed on my sens, that to the highest degree of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few puff of cigaret, a man noticed my image from a distance. He now was strolling toward me.

The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his pass was shaved, and he wore a total darkness trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could take heed every single step he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep breath and tossed my coffin nail, as was now just barely a few feet from me.

"Hey honey, dam you're a stunner,"He said, with his hands in his pockets.

"Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this metre of night,"I asked.

"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a business meeting and then dinner party,"He answered.

"Are you looking for desert,"I asked, and lifted a leg up and rested it on top of a trash can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

"Hmmm, let's see, $ 50 for a mouthpiece full moon, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the works,"I said.

He ruffled around in his pockets, and smirked at me. I was handed a hundred one dollar bill in screwed up bills. I nodded and placed the money inside my bum-bag.

He led me further into the alleyway away from the lighting and prying eyes. We found a secluded spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a dusty, moist brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my breasts and Yankee down the top of corset. My breasts now feel the cold wintertime's air. goose bump develop on my skin, from the chill.

He now stops kissing my neck and begins to bite and suck on my nipples. While roughly squeezing and twisting them.

His nidus was on my entrust breast and every now and then, he would snog my neck again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to snog my mouth, I stopped him with a relieve deal. I touched his bulging trousers and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his rooster out from his underclothes, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck as I stroked his cock, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me play with his peter. I looked into his center and spat a glob of saliva on his pecker. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his intemperately cock.

He caressed my breasts as I stroked his cock. My mouth was a gape and my optic flickered, like I was on some party drug.

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite wall. I had my hand on his throat and another on his putz. He stared at me, puzzled at first.

He relaxed once I lowered myself and squatted down. I think he knew what I was up too.
I opened my mouth and placed his peter inside my rima oris."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.

He caressed my hair. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a piffling faster.

I would blow punishing around the headspring then swallow up deep, before sucking on the head again. He would extract out and slap my clapper with his cock, before inserting it back inside.

Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a little as I gagged for air and saliva oozed out of my mouth.
While I gasped and caught my breathing spell, I stroked his cock.
I stroke it, suck and lick the head, and then withdraw it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.

All the clock time, looking to see if no one was watching or approaching ; each fourth dimension I gasped for air.

He lifted me up and made me face the wall. My skirt was unlaced and unzipped and it dropped to the undercoat. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.

squeezing and then spreading my butt cheeks, while I face the wall. He went about, squeezing my ass cheeks, before licking my asshole. I liked his knife, prying into my asshole.

He then forced me hard against the cold-blooded misty bricks and eased his putz into my wet and willing pussy.

"condom,"I nervously, pleaded."Shut up cunt, I have a condom,"He growled.

I looked over my shoulder and cupped my bare boob from the frisson of the nighttime. I let out several deliquium watchword ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My cries became gasps as my heightened inflammation exceeded my early expectations. I was in cloudburst and the feeling made me stagger and misstep to my knees."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my snatch, with his cock before slowly inserting it into my ass. I froze at first, as he didn't pay me any money for this.
"That wasn't office of,"I tried to say."Shut it cunt, I paid you for me to get off,"He grumbled at me.
deep down I didn't judgment, but I didn't want him to that I loved anal.

The cries of joy I was muttering, would have given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't help it.

"Oh bitch, you were so smashed, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a gripe, with his tone of interpreter. But my cries made it seem like I like being called one.

When he stopped my ass pillaging, he took his condom off and made me get back on my knees again. I sucked and stroked his cock, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his middle shut and about to cum, I reached into my purse. When he grunted and force out his cum on my font ; I pulled out my picture show tongue and hacked loose his bollock.

"gripe,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.

He reacted on instinct and reached for his hemorrhage balls. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the primer coat and sliced his throat. stemma sprayed and squirted from the gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life slowly fade. Then while he took his go gasps of air, I rifled through his air hole and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickers to cleaned myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to cover up my tit and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the tight crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the alley ; away from offense vista. Wearing no bird, no knickers and only my corset, supporter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a nipper, this had been my wall plug or vendetta, against the male coinage. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's favourite `` B '' intelligence in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was number five.

Clip clop clip clopping, was the sound of my feet as I walked into dark.
Then booming sound of the dark club could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a edifice and finished my cigarette.

When a Danton True Young who had been clubbing saw me, and my exposed puss ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .