It was a cold winter'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 work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable Nox ; to go on him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.


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



My slender framed body was feeling, every icy cold whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and matter 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the elements tonight. I was more disturbed 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 shell now.



The only tribute from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, Black person latex paint mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and Black lacing corset and my black human knee duration kicking. I wore no bra or drawers but a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to decease. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket crown, as goose swelling formed, on my thighs and chest, from the cold air.



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


Deciding it was a bit too blurry and frigidness, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food for thought district.



The roaring speech sound of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the hindquarters of some eating place. There were trash cans, 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 smoking, that most of the eatery was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the live on few whiff of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a distance. 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 coat. He wore noisy kicking. I could hear every single stride he made, as he approached me.

I took a inscrutable breathing place and tossed my cigaret, as was now just barely a few feet from me.


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


"Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this fourth dimension of dark,"I asked.


"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a business enterprise confluence 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 wide, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the full treatment,"I said.


He ruffled around in his sack, 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 bowling alley away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a secluded spot and he kissed my neck opening. I lean myself against a frigidness, moist brick wall.


I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my tit and Yank down the top of corset. My bosom now feel the frigidity wintertime's air. Goosebumps develop on my skin, from the chill.


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


His stress was on my left field 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 backtalk, 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 underclothing, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck as I stroked his pecker, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.


He stopped kissing me and watched me flirt with his cock. I looked into his heart and spat a ball of saliva on his putz. I stroked my spittle and his pre-cum, over his severe cock.


He caressed my breasts as I stroked his hammer. My lip was a gape and my middle 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 pharynx and another on his putz. 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 cock inside my mouth."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.


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


I would lactate heavy around the straits then sup 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 pass, and then withdraw 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 present the paries. My chick was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my bloomers were pulled down and off.


Squeezing and then spreading my butt impudence, while I face the paries. He went about, squeezing my ass cheek, before licking my asshole. I liked his glossa, prying into my asshole.


He then forced me severe against the moth-eaten misty bricks and eased his prick into my wet and willing pussy.



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



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


My rallying cry became gasps as my heightened turmoil exceeded my early arithmetic mean. I was in soaker and the feeling made me careen and lurch to my stifle."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my pussy, 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 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 gripe, you were so tight, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his tonicity of representative. But my battle cry 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 eyes 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 loose his balls.



"beef,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his bleeding balls. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the priming coat 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 lastly pant of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.


I used my knickers to clean myself of cum and blood splutter. Then I pulled up my corset to incubate my breast and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the nasty crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the bowling alley ; away from criminal offense scene. Wearing no doll, no knickers and only my corset, garter and heels.



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


Clip clop clip clop, was the sound of my human foot as I walked into darkness.
Then booming sounds of the night golf club could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a building and finished my cigarette.
When a Cy Young who had been clubbing saw me, and my queer slit ; walked up to me.


"Hey, looking to political party,"He said.


The End, for now…… .