It was a cold winter's night, in tardily autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was full phase of the moon 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 preserve him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.


My public figure is Louise and I am a I 21 yr old mother, and also a fancy woman. I have a three year old daughter, 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 count 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 path, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as frigidity. It was just past midnight, and it wasn't the example now.



The entirely security from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black rubber-base paint mini-skirt, fateful tank singlet, red and smutty lace girdle and my pitch-dark knee length boots. I wore no bra or knickers but a supporter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur cap, or I would have frozen to dying. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket crown, as goose bumps formed, on my second joint and chest, from the coldness air.



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


Deciding it was a bit too bleary and cold, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food district.



The booming sounds of a nearby Night order could be heard.
I stood not far from an back street that led to the rear of some restaurant. There were trash hind end, dumpsters and violent gnawer, near where I stood. I lit up a cigaret and just watched, as the great unwashed were leaving for taxis or their cars.


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

As I was taking the last few quilt of coffin nail, 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 rush. I could try every unity step he made, as he approached me.

I took a rich breath 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 hand in his pockets.


"Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this meter of night,"I asked.


"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a line 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 trash can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

"Hmmm, let's see, $ 50 for a back talk entire, $ 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 bills. I nodded and placed the money inside my bum-bag.

He led me further into the skittle alley away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a privy spot and he kissed my neck opening. I lean myself against a frigidness, dampish brick wall.


I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck opening. He then squeezed my breast and yanks down the top of girdle. 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 fellate on my mamilla. While roughly squeezing and twisting them.


His focussing was on my pass on breast and every now and then, he would kiss my neck opening again. I was so into this, my middle were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to buss my mouth, I stopped him with a free people hand. I touched his bulging trouser and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his shaft out from his underclothes, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my neck as I stroked his pecker, until it was severe and glistening with pre-cum.


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


He caressed my bosom 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 face-to-face wall. 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 prick inside my sass."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my commercial enterprise of sucking him.


He caressed my pilus. It inspired me even more to take in slowly then a little faster.


I would go down on voiceless around the foreland then swallow deep, before sucking on the head teacher again. He would perpetrate out and slap my tongue with his hammer, before inserting it back inside.


Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a petty 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 caput, and then swallow it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.


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

He lifted me up and made me face up the wall. My skirt was unfastened and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.


squeezing and then spreading my butt impertinence, while I face the bulwark. He went about, squeezing my ass brass, before licking my asshole. I liked his tongue, prying into my asshole.


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



"condom,"I nervously, pleaded."Shut up squawk, I have a safe,"He growled.



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


My vociferation became gasps as my heightened turmoil exceeded my early expectations. I was in torrents and the feeling made me reel and stumble to my knees."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my pussy, 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 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 vociferation of joy I was muttering, would accept given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't service it.


"Oh kick, you were so pissed, 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 rallying cry made it seem like I like being called one.


When he stopped my ass plundering, he took his safety 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 handbag. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my face ; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked open his balls.



"cunt,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his bleeding balls. That's when I saw the gap I needed.
I sprung up off the reason and sliced his throat. stemma sprayed and squirted from the slice in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my dupe's life slowly fade. Then while he took his in conclusion gasps of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.


I used my knickers to strip myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to wrap up my boob and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the cockeyed crevasse in the alley.

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



Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a tiddler, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to do it another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' word in"cunt ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was number five.


Clip plunk clip clop, was the sound of my feet as I walked into darkness.
Then booming phone of the night nightclub could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a construction and finished my cigarette.
When a new who had been clubbing saw me, and my exposed pussy ; walked up to me.


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


The End, for now…… .