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

My pandar forced to exercise the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night ; to hold on him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.

My name is Louise and I am a undivided 21 year old mother, and also a tart. 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 frigid 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 worry 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 times midnight, and it wasn't the guinea pig now.

The lonesome protection from the factor I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, smuggled latex mini-skirt, blackness tankful singlet, red and fateful lacing corset and my black knee joint length boots. I wore no bra but I did wear out thong and a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my pseud mink-fur cap, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur cap, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the cold air.

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

Deciding it was a bit too muzzy and common cold, to be out near the Park area, so I walked towards the nutrient district.

The booming audio of a nearby nighttime gild could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some eating house. There were trash privy, dumpsters and unfounded gnawer, near where I stood. I lit up a cigaret and just watched, as people were leaving for cab or their cars.

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

As I was taking the conclusion few drag of butt, a man noticed my effigy from a distance. He now was strolling toward me.

The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his drumhead was shaved, and he wore a black-market trench coat. He wore noisy rush. I could hear every individual step he made, as he approached me.

I took a inscrutable breath and tossed my butt, as was now just barely a few animal foot from me.

"Hey love, dam you're a stunner,"He said, with his hands 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 of work group 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 scrap 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 works,"I said.

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

He led me further into the back street away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a secluded position and he kissed my cervix. I lean myself against a stale, moist brick wall.

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

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

His focal point 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 retard moans.

As he went to kiss my mouth, I stopped him with a free hired man. I touched his bulging trouser and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his turncock out from his underclothes, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck as I stroked his peter, until it was backbreaking and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me play with his hammer. I looked into his eyes and ptyalize a glob of spittle on his putz. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his firmly cock.

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

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the diametric wall. I had my hand on his throat and another on his rooster. 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 turncock inside my sass."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my patronage of sucking him.

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

I would suck tough around the head then bury deep, before sucking on the head again. He would rend out and slap my lingua with his turncock, 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 head, and then accept it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.

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

He lifted me up and made me present the wall. My doll was unfastened and unzipped and it dropped to the primer coat. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.

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

He then forced me firmly against the stale misty bricks and eased his tool into my wet and unforced slit.

"safe,"I nervously, pleaded."Shut up bitch, I have a safety,"He growled.

I looked over my shoulder and cupped my bare breasts from the shivering of the night. I let out several swoon cry ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My war cry became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my early expectations. I was in torrents and the impression made me stagger and trip-up to my human knee."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the paries. He teased my slit, 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.
trench down I didn't judgement, but I didn't want him to that I loved anal.

The outcry 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 blotto, 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 vocalization. But my cry made it seem like I like being called one.

When he stopped my ass pillaging, he took his rubber off and made me get back on my articulatio genus 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 bag. When he grunted and force out his cum on my grimace ; I pulled out my flick tongue and hacked spread his ball.

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

He reacted on inherent aptitude and reached for his bleeding balls. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the undercoat and sliced his pharynx. rip sprayed and squirted from the slice in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's lifespan slowly fade. Then while he took his last pant of air, I rifled through his pouch and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickerbockers to cleaned myself of cum and stock splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to wrap up my chest and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the pie-eyed crevasse in the skittle alley.

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the alleyway ; away from crime vista. Wearing no skirt, no knee pants and only my corset, supporter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a child, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the male metal money. If they treated me kindly, they lived to roll in the hay another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' Good Book in"cunt ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was identification number five.

cartridge holder plunk clip clop, was the sound of my feet as I walked into darkness.
Then booming sounds of the Nox 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 exposed pussy ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to company,"He said.

The End, for now…… .