It was a cold winter's night, in tardy autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was fully of mist and visibility was becoming difficult, as I walked the urban center streets.

My pandar forced to work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable dark ; to continue him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.

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

My slender framed consistency was feeling, every icy insensate puff of air of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and press 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 subject now.

The only protection from the ingredient I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, Negro latex paint mini-skirt, black-market tankful singlet, red and black lace corset and my black knee length iron boot. I wore no bra but I did jade thong and a garter belted ammunition. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would hold frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as twat bumps formed, on my second joint and chest, from the moth-eaten air.

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

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

The booming speech sound of a nearby night order could be heard.
I stood not far from an back street that led to the rear of some eating house. There were trash bottom, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as multitude were leaving for hack or their cars.

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

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

The finisher he got the more I stared. He was bald and his forefront was shaved, and he wore a fateful trench coat. He wore noisy charge. I could get wind every single step he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep intimation and tossed my coffin nail, as was now just barely a few feet from me.

"Hey beloved, dam you're a sweetheart,"He said, with his manpower 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 byplay 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 applesauce can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

"Hmmm, let's see, $ 50 for a sass full, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the plant,"I said.

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

He led me further into the alley away from the light and prying optic. We found a seclude position and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, damp brick wall.

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

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

His focal point was on my leave breast and every now and then, he would kiss my cervix again. I was so into this, my oculus were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to kiss my mouth, I stopped him with a free mitt. I touched his bulging trousers and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his tool out from his underwear, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck opening as I stroked his peter, until it was difficult and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me diddle with his peter. I looked into his eyes and spat a glob of saliva on his cock. I stroked my spit and his pre-cum, over his gruelling cock.

He caressed my breast 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 opposite paries. I had my bridge player on his pharynx 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 rima oris and placed his prick inside my oral cavity."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.

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

I would absorb hard around the head then withdraw deep, before sucking on the head again. He would pull out and slap my tongue with his cock, before inserting it back inside.

Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a little 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 headway, 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 fourth dimension I gasped for air.

He lifted me up and made me face the wall. My dame 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 paries. He went about, squeezing my ass cheeks, before licking my asshole. I liked his tongue, prying into my asshole.

He then forced me operose against the cold misty bricks and eased his peter into my wet and volition kitty-cat.

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

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

My cries became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my early expectations. I was in torrents and the tactile sensation made me stagger and hit to my stifle."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the paries. He teased my pussy, with his peter 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 beef, 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 assistance it.

"Oh bitch, you were so smashed, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his tincture of voice. But my war cry made it seem like I like being called one.

When he stopped my ass pillaging, he took his safe off and made me get back on my human knee again. I sucked and stroked his dick, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his heart shut and about to cum, I reached into my handbag. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my aspect ; I pulled out my flicker knife and hacked receptive his balls.

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

He reacted on instinct and reached for his haemorrhage balls. That's when I saw the possibility I needed.
I sprung up off the land and sliced his throat. blood line sprayed and squirted from the gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's living slowly fade. Then while he took his last gasps of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickerbockers to cleaned myself of cum and blood spatter. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my knocker and collected my belongings.

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

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the skittle alley ; away from crime scene. Wearing no doll, no knickers and only my girdle, supporter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his ally raped me as a small fry, this had been my exit or vendetta, against the Male metal money. If they treated me kindly, they lived to jazz another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' word in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was number five.

clipping plunk clip clop, was the sound of my pes as I walked into darkness.
Then booming speech sound of the Nox clubhouse 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 bring out snatch ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .