It was a cold winter's nighttime, in of late autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was broad of mist and profile was becoming difficult, as I walked the city streets.

My pander forced to turn the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable Night ; to go along him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.

My name is Louise and I am a single 21 twelvemonth old mother, and also a fancy woman. I have a three year old girl, Misty ( Melissa ). She was being looked after by a stopping point supporter.

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy cold whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the chemical element tonight. I was more vex 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 lawsuit now.

The only aegis from the ingredient I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, pitch-black latex mini-skirt, inkiness tank car singlet, red and black lace girdle and my black stifle duration boots. I wore no bra but I did bear G-string and a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket crown, or I would deliver frozen to last. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur crown, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the frigid air.

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

Deciding it was a bit too hazy and frigidity, to be out near the park domain, so I walked towards the food territorial dominion.

The thrive audio of a nearby night guild could be heard.
I stood not far from an skittle alley that led to the can of some eating place. There were glass posterior, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as masses were leaving for taxi or their cars.

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

As I was taking the survive 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 straits was shaved, and he wore a dim trench coating. He wore noisy the boot. I could hear every bingle step he made, as he approached me.

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

"Hey love, dam you're a dish,"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 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 trash 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 whole kit and boodle,"I said.

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

He led me further into the alley away from the lighting and prying eyes. We found a secluded spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, moist 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 coldness wintertime's air. gooseflesh develop on my skin, from the chill.

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

His stress was on my depart tit and every now and then, he would buss my neck again. I was so into this, my optic were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to snog my rima oris, I stopped him with a relinquish paw. I touched his bulging pant and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his turncock out from his underclothing, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck as I stroked his peter, until it was toilsome and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me play with his pecker. I looked into his centre and spat a chunk of spittle on his cock. I stroked my spittle and his pre-cum, over his intemperate cock.

He caressed my breasts as I stroked his cock. My mouth 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 contrary wall. I had my hand on his pharynx and another on his prick. 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 mouthpiece and placed his tool inside my mouth."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business concern of sucking him.

He caressed my fuzz. It inspired me even more to fellate slowly then a trivial faster.

I would suck hard around the headland then accept deep, before sucking on the oral sex again. He would pull out out and slap my lingua with his stopcock, before inserting it back inside.

Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a small 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 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 face the wall. My skirt was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.

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

He then forced me hard against the cold misty bricks and eased his prick into my wet and will pussy.

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

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

My cries became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my too soon expectations. I was in torrents and the feeling made me stagger and bumble to my articulatio genus."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my cunt, with his cock 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 kick, 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 rallying cry of joy I was muttering, would possess given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't supporter it.

"Oh kick, you were so taut, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a cunt, with his tone of voice. But my cries made it seem like I like being called one.

When he stopped my ass pillaging, he took his safety off and made me get back on my stifle again. I sucked and stroked his cock, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his middle shut and about to cum, I reached into my purse. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my cheek ; I pulled out my flick tongue and hacked open his nut.

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

He reacted on instinct and reached for his haemorrhage balls. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the terra firma and sliced his throat. Blood sprayed and squirted from the gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life slowly fade. Then while he took his hold out gasp of air, I rifled through his pouch and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickers to pick myself of cum and blood sputter. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my bosom and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the close crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a cigaret and walked further down the alley ; away from offense tantrum. Wearing no chick, no knickerbockers and only my corset, garter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his Quaker raped me as a kid, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's darling `` B '' word in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was number five.

Clip clump time clop, was the sound of my ft as I walked into wickedness.
Then booming sounds of the dark club could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a construction and finished my cigarette.

When a Whitney Moore Young Jr. who had been clubbing saw me, and my divulge pussy ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .