Caw # 11 - Cold Winters Day ( Re-Editted )


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It was a frigid wintertime's night, in belated autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was good of mist and visibility was becoming difficult, as I walked the City streets.

My pimp 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 figure is Louise and I am a one 21 year old female parent, and also a prostitute. I have a three year old girl, Misty ( genus Melissa ). She was being looked after by a finish admirer.

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy low temperature puff 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 worried 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 suit now.

The only protection from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex mini-skirt, black cooler singlet, red and contraband lace girdle and my Shirley Temple human knee distance rush. I wore no bra but I did jade G-string and a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would birth frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as jackass bumps formed, on my second joint and bureau, from the cold air.

I tried not to place upright in one position too long, or the shiver would start biting into my already chilly skin.

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

The prospering sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an bowling alley that led to the arse of some eatery. There were trash hind end, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a butt and just watched, as people were leaving for taxi or their cars.

I while I puffed on my smoke, that most of the restaurants was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few blow of fag, a man noticed my paradigm from a space. He now was strolling toward me.

The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his principal was shaved, and he wore a sinister trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could find out every single footfall he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep breath and tossed my fag, as was now just barely a few ft from me.

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a business concern merging and then dinner,"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 rima oris full, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the works,"I said.

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

He led me further into the alley away from the lights and prying middle. We found a privy spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a frigidity, damp brick wall.

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

He now stops kissing my neck opening and begins to sting and suck on my mamilla. While roughly squeezing and twisting them.

His focal point was on my left titty and every now and then, he would kiss my neck opening again. I was so into this, my eye were flicking and I let out retard moans.

As he went to kiss my mouth, I stopped him with a free hired hand. I touched his bulging trouser and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his cock 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 cock. I looked into his middle and spit a glob of spittle on his hammer. I stroked my spit and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.

He caressed my knocker as I stroked his cock. My lip was a gape and my eyes flickered, like I was on some party drug.

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite paries. 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 sass."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.

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

I would suck in punishing around the head then swallow deep, before sucking on the headway again. He would pull out and slap my tongue with his dick, before inserting it back inside.

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

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

He lifted me up and made me face the wall. My doll was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the earth. Then my breeches were pulled down and off.

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

He then forced me difficult against the frigidity misty bricks and eased his prick into my wet and unforced pussy.

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

I looked over my articulatio humeri and cupped my bare breasts from the pall of the night. I let out several faint shout ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My battle cry became gasps as my sharpen excitement exceeded my early anticipation. I was in torrents and the tactual sensation made me flounder and stumble 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 putz 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 cunt, I paid you for me to get off,"He grumbled at me.
Deep down I didn't mind, 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 helper it.

"Oh gripe, you were so loaded, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his timber 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 knee again. I sucked and stroked his pecker, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his oculus shut and about to cum, I reached into my bag. When he grunted and force out his cum on my typeface ; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked open his balls.

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

He reacted on inherent aptitude and reached for his bleeding globe. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the solid ground and sliced his pharynx. Blood sprayed and squirted from the gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life sentence slowly fade. Then while he took his live on pant of air, I rifled through his scoop and helped myself to his money.

I used my knee breeches to cleaned myself of cum and blood dab. Then I pulled up my stays to cover up my bosom and collected my belongings.

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

I lit up a butt and walked further down the skittle alley ; away from crime picture. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my stays, garter and blackguard.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a tiddler, this had been my sales outlet or blood feud, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' parole in"kick ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was telephone number five.

Clip clump clip clop, was the sound of my feet as I walked into shadow.
Then booming sounds of the night golf 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…… .
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