It was a frigid wintertime's nighttime, in recent autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was full moon of mist and profile was becoming difficult, as I walked the urban center streets.

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

My name is Louise and I am a unmarried 21 yr old mother, and also a prostitute. I have a three year old daughter, Misty ( Melissa ). She was being looked after by a close friend.

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

The lonesome protection from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, dark rubber-base paint mini-skirt, pitch blackness tank undershirt, red and Shirley Temple lace corset and my black knee duration rush. I wore no bra or knickers but a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my shammer mink-fur jacket crown, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goofball gibbosity formed, on my second joint and chest, from the cold air.

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

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

The booming sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some eatery. There were meth pot, dumpsters and wild rodent, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as people were leaving for taxis or their cars.

I while I puffed on my smoke, that well-nigh of the eatery was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the conclusion few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my figure from a length. He now was strolling toward me.

The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his mind was shaved, and he wore a black trench coat. He wore noisy charge. I could hear every 1 step he made, as he approached me.

I took a cryptic breath and tossed my cigaret, as was now just barely a few infantry 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 clip of Night,"I asked.

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

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

"Hmmm, let's see, $ 50 for a backtalk to the full, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the kit and boodle,"I said.

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

He led me further into the alleyway away from the lights and prying eye. We found a secluded slur and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, dampish brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my chest and yanks down the top of corset. My breasts now feel the moth-eaten wintertime's air. goose skin develop on my peel, from the chill.

He now stops kissing my neck and begins to seize with teeth and suck on my nipple. While roughly squeezing and twisting them.

His focus was on my odd knocker and every now and then, he would kiss my neck again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slacken moans.

As he went to kiss my sassing, I stopped him with a free hand. I touched his bulging trousers and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his turncock out from his underwear, 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 pecker. I looked into his eyes and spat a clump of saliva on his cock. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.

He caressed my titty as I stroked his cock. My mouth was a gape and my eyes flickered, like I was on some company 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 cock. 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 of sucking him.

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

I would draw hard around the head teacher then swallow deep, before sucking on the head again. He would pull out and slap my tongue with his cock, before inserting it back inside.

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

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

He lifted me up and made me present the wall. My skirt was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the soil. Then my breeches were pulled down and off.

squeezing and then spreading my tush impertinence, while I face the wall. He went about, squeezing my ass boldness, before licking my asshole. I liked his natural language, prying into my asshole.

He then forced me strong against the common cold misty bricks and eased his cock into my wet and willing kitty.

"prophylactic,"I nervously, pleaded."Shut up bitch, I have a rubber,"He growled.

I looked over my shoulder and cupped my bare breasts from the shudder of the nighttime. I let out respective deliquium cries ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My battle cry became gasps as my heightened excitation exceeded my early expectations. I was in torrents and the smell made me careen and hit to my human knee."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my cunt, with his stopcock 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.
trench 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 aid it.

"Oh bitch, you were so soaked, 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 voice. But my shout made it seem like I like being called one.

When he stopped my ass pillaging, he took his safe off and made me get back on my human knee again. I sucked and stroked his cock, 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 face ; 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 bleeding ball. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the ground and sliced his throat. stock sprayed and squirted from the cut in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life-time slowly fade. Then while he took his last gasp of air, I rifled through his air pocket and helped myself to his money.

I used my knee pants to cleaned myself of cum and line splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my breast 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 law-breaking aspect. Wearing no bird, no knickers and only my corset, garter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a child, this had been my wall socket or vendetta, against the manful specie. If they treated me kindly, they lived to do it another day. If they used my uncle's dearie `` B '' word 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 darkness.
Then booming sound 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 pussy ; walked up to me.

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

The End, for now…… .