It was a cold 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 difficult, as I walked the city streets.



My pimp forced to go the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night ; to retain him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.


My name is Louise and I am a one 21 year old female parent, and also a prostitute. I have a three yr old girl, Misty ( genus Melissa ). She was being looked after by a closing friend.



My slender framed body was feeling, every icy cold puff of air 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 disquieted about earning money, then dressing up properly. When I set of on my evening road, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as cold. It was just past midnight, and it wasn't the case now.



The solitary trade protection from the element I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and pitch-dark lacing corset and my fateful human knee length thrill. I wore no bra or knickers but a garter knock. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur crown, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur crown, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the cold air.



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


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



The booming strait of a nearby night night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some restaurants. There were meth rump, dumpsters and wild gnawer, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as citizenry were leaving for taxicab or their cars.


I while I puffed on my green goddess, that most of the restaurant was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few quilt of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a space. He now was strolling toward me.


The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his head word was shaved, and he wore a black deep coat. He wore noisy boot. I could hear every single footmark he made, as he approached me.

I took a mystifying breathing place and tossed my fag, as was now just barely a few feet from me.


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


"Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this sentence of dark,"I asked.


"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a business encounter 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 back talk fully, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the body of work,"I said.


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

He led me further into the alley away from the sparkle and prying optic. We found a reclusive spotlight and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, moist brick wall.


I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my titty and yanks down the top of corset. My breasts now feel the cold winter's air. Goosebumps develop on my tegument, 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 focussing was on my left field breast and every now and then, he would kiss my neck opening again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to kiss my mouth, I stopped him with a free hand. I touched his bulging trousers and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his peter out from his underwear, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck as I stroked his stopcock, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.


He stopped kissing me and watched me play with his pecker. I looked into his eye and spit out a glob of spit on his cock. I stroked my spittle and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.


He caressed my white meat as I stroked his cock. My mouth was a gape and my eye flickered, like I was on some political party drug.

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the contrary paries. I had my hand on his pharynx and another on his tool. 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 cock inside my mouth."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business enterprise of sucking him.


He caressed my pilus. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a lilliputian faster.


I would take up hard around the headland then swallow deep, before sucking on the drumhead again. He would rive out and slap my tongue with his hammer, before inserting it back inside.


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


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

He lifted me up and made me face the wall. My wench was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.


squeeze 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 tongue, prying into my asshole.


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



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



I looked over my berm and cupped my bare boob from the frisson of the night. I let out respective deliquium cry ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.


My cry became gasps as my rise fervor exceeded my betimes expected value. I was in torrents and the feeling made me stagger and bumble to my knees."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my pussy, 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 part of,"I tried to say."Shut it bitch, I paid you for me to get off,"He grumbled at me.
Deep down I didn't brain, but I didn't want him to that I loved anal.


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


"Oh beef, you were so tight, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his tone of vox. But my yell 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 knee again. I sucked and stroked his shaft, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his eyes shut and about to cum, I reached into my purse. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my font ; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked open his balls.



"Bitch,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his haemorrhage balls. That's when I saw the porta I needed.
I sprung up off the ground and sliced his throat. Blood sprayed and squirted from the gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life-time slowly fade. Then while he took his lastly gasps of air, I rifled through his scoop and helped myself to his money.


I used my knickers to cleaned myself of cum and pedigree splattering. Then I pulled up my corset to insure my chest 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 coffin nail and walked further down the alleyway ; away from law-breaking scene. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my girdle, garter and heels.



Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a child, this had been my electric outlet or blood feud, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to have it away another day. If they used my uncle's front-runner `` B '' password in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was number five.


snip clop clip clop, was the sound of my feet as I walked into darkness.
Then booming audio of the Night club could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a building and finished my cigarette.
When a young who had been clubbing saw me, and my exposed twat ; walked up to me.


"Hey, looking to political party,"He said.


The End, for now…… .