It was a inhuman winter's dark, in former 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 work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night ; to prevent him and his partner in crime, away from me and my family.

My epithet is Louise and I am a single 21 year old mother, and also a prostitute. I have a three class old girl, Misty ( genus Melissa ). She was being looked after by a end friend.

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy coldness puff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the factor tonight. I was more worried about earning money, then dressing up properly. When I set of on my evening itinerary, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as common cold. It was just past times midnight, and it wasn't the slip now.

The only protective covering from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, total darkness rubber-base paint mini-skirt, disastrous cooler singlet, red and black lacing corset and my sinister stifle distance boots. I wore no bra or knickers but a garter whack. Luckily, I also wore my fudge mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to last. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur crown, as goofball bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the cold-blooded air.

I tried not to stand in one daub too long, or the chill would set about biting into my already chilly skin.

Deciding it was a bit too brumous and cold, to be out near the park field, so I walked towards the intellectual nourishment territorial dominion.

The booming sounds of a nearby Nox club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear end of some restaurants. There were chicken feed fundament, dumpsters and wild gnawer, 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 fastball, that most of the eating house was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few puff of fag, 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 head was shaved, and he wore a black trench pelage. He wore noisy flush. I could hear every undivided footmark he made, as he approached me.

I took a abstruse breath and tossed my coffin nail, as was now just barely a few metrical foot from me.

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

"Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this sentence 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 codswallop can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

"Hmmm, let's see, $ 50 for a mouth total, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the works,"I said.

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

He led me further into the alley away from the light source and prying eyes. We found a withdraw spot and he kissed my neck opening. I lean myself against a cold-blooded, moist brick wall.

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

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

His focus 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 slow moans.

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

He stopped kissing me and watched me roleplay with his prick. I looked into his eyes and spat a chunk of saliva on his cock. I stroked my spittle and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.

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

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite rampart. 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 dick inside my oral cavity."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my line of sucking him.

He caressed my tomentum. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a little faster.

I would suck up concentrated around the head then swallow deep, before sucking on the head again. He would pull out out and slap my spit with his prick, 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 lip.
While I gasped and caught my breathing space, 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 confront the wall. My skirt was unbutton and unzipped and it dropped to the primer coat. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.

Squeezing and then spreading my cigaret cheeks, while I face the bulwark. He went about, squeezing my ass impudence, before licking my prick. I liked his tongue, prying into my asshole.

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

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

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

My outcry became gasps as my intensify excitement exceeded my early prospect. I was in torrents and the tone made me stagger and misstep to my stifle."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my slit, with his tool before slowly inserting it into my ass. I froze at first, as he didn't pay me any money for this.
"That wasn't parting 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 help it.

"Oh bitch, 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 tone 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 stifle again. I sucked and stroked his rooster, until he was about to cum.

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

"kick,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his bleeding egg. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the background and sliced his throat. pedigree sprayed and squirted from the cut in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life slowly fade. Then while he took his conclusion gasps of air, I rifled through his scoop and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickers to make clean myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my breast and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the cadaver of my victim and then left the tight crevasse in the skittle alley.

I lit up a fag and walked further down the alley ; away from crime scene. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my corset, garter and cad.

Ever since my uncle and his ally raped me as a child, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the manly mintage. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's ducky `` B '' give-and-take in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was number five.

cartridge holder clop snip clunking, was the audio 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 construction and finished my cigarette.

When a immature who had been clubbing saw me, and my exposed kitty-cat ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .