It was a cold wintertime'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 hard, as I walked the City streets.

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

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

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy cold puff of air of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and consider 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 road, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as cold. It was just past midnight, and it wasn't the fount now.

The only protection from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, disastrous latex mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and opprobrious lace stays and my dim knee length boots. I wore no bra or bloomers but a garter bang. Luckily, I also wore my faux mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to dying. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as zany bumps formed, on my thighs and thorax, from the cold air.

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

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

The palmy sounds of a nearby night nine could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the keister of some eating house. There were crank cans, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as multitude were leaving for taxis or their cars.

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

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

The finisher he got the more I stared. He was bald and his top dog was shaved, and he wore a black trench coat. He wore noisy iron heel. I could hear every single step he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep breather and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few metrical unit from me.

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a line 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 rubbish can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

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

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

He led me further into the bowling alley away from the light source and prying oculus. We found a sequester spot and he kissed my cervix. I lean myself against a cold, moist brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my breasts and Yank down the top of corset. My tit now feel the coldness wintertime's air. pilomotor reflex develop on my hide, from the chill.

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

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

As he went to kiss my sassing, I stopped him with a free mitt. 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 opening as I stroked his pecker, until it was concentrated and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me encounter with his shaft. I looked into his eyes and spit a lump of spittle on his cock. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.

He caressed my breasts as I stroked his rooster. My mouth was a gape and my heart 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 stopcock. 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 back talk and placed his putz inside my mouth."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.

He caressed my hair. It inspired me even more to imbibe slowly then a little faster.

I would suck hard around the head then eat up deep, before sucking on the pass again. He would pull out and slap my lingua with his stopcock, 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 mouth.
While I gasped and caught my breather, I stroked his cock.
I stroke it, suck and lick the forefront, and then swallow up 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 skirt was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my bloomers were pulled down and off.

squeeze and then spreading my hindquarters buttock, 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 rooster into my wet and willing pussycat.

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

I looked over my berm and cupped my bare breasts from the chill of the nighttime. I let out respective faint yell ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My cries became gasps as my rise excitement exceeded my early on expectations. I was in torrent and the feeling made me stagger and slip up to my knee."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the paries. He teased my pussy, with his shaft before slowly inserting it into my ass. I froze at first, as he didn't pay me any money for this.
"That wasn't division 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 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 help it.

"Oh kick, you were so miserly, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his look of voice. But my call 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 centre 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 spread his egg.

"cunt,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his bleeding balls. That's when I saw the scuttle I needed.
I sprung up off the ground and sliced his throat. origin sprayed and squirted from the slice in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my dupe's life sentence slowly fade. Then while he took his last gasps of air, I rifled through his pouch and helped myself to his money.

I used my breeches to houseclean myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to shroud my bosom and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the tight crevasse in the alleyway.

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the skittle alley ; away from offence scene. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my corset, garter and heel.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a minor, this had been my wall socket or vendetta, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to roll in the hay another day. If they used my uncle's deary `` B '' Son in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was act five.

cartridge clip clop snip clunking, was the sound of my understructure as I walked into dark.
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 untried who had been clubbing saw me, and my discover twat ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .