It was a cold winter's night, in previous fall. 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 pimp forced to work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable Night ; to save him and his partner in crime, away from me and my family.

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

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy dusty puff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the ingredient tonight. I was more distressed 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 yesteryear midnight, and it wasn't the caseful now.

The lonesome protective cover from the chemical element I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex mini-skirt, black tankful singlet, red and fateful lacing girdle and my bootleg knee distance boots. I wore no bra but I did wear G-string and a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur crownwork, or I would make frozen to last. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose protuberance formed, on my second joint and chest, from the cold air.

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

Deciding it was a bit too foggy and cold, to be out near the parkland sphere, so I walked towards the food for thought territory.

The stentorian auditory sensation of a nearby Night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an bowling alley that led to the seat of some restaurants. There were shabu cans, dumpsters and baseless rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a coffin nail and just watched, as citizenry were leaving for cab or their cars.

I while I puffed on my smoke, that nearly 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 distance. He now was strolling toward me.

The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his brain was shaved, and he wore a contraband oceanic abyss coat. He wore noisy the boot. I could hear every unmarried stone's throw he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep breathing space and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few ft from me.

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

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

"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a job 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 back talk full, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the workings,"I said.

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

He led me further into the alleyway away from the lighting and prying eyes. We found a sequester post and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a stale, 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 stays. My breasts now feel the moth-eaten winter's air. pilomotor reflex develop on my skin, from the chill.

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

His focus was on my left bosom and every now and then, he would kiss my cervix again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slack moans.

As he went to kiss my backtalk, I stopped him with a justify 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 hard and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me fiddle with his cock. I looked into his optic and spatter a clod of saliva on his putz. I stroked my spittle and his pre-cum, over his toilsome cock.

He caressed my boob as I stroked his tool. 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 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 cock inside my mouth."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.

He caressed my hair. It inspired me even more to suck slowly then a picayune faster.

I would suck gruelling around the head then swallow deep, before sucking on the head again. He would displume 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 sass.
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 present the wall. My skirt was unlaced and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.

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

He then forced me hard against the inhuman misty bricks and eased his rooster into my wet and willing kitty.

"Condom,"I nervously, pleaded."Shut up kick, I have a safety,"He growled.

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

My battle cry became gasps as my rise excitement exceeded my former expectations. I was in cloudburst and the feeling made me distribute and stumble to my knees."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my puss, 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 cunt, I paid you for me to get off,"He grumbled at me.
oceanic abyss down I didn't mind, but I didn't want him to that I loved anal.

The battle cry of joy I was muttering, would birth given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't help it.

"Oh bitch, you were so tight, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a beef, with his note of articulation. But my cries 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 human knee 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 open his balls.

"squawk,"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 ground and sliced his throat. Blood sprayed and squirted from the slash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my dupe's life story slowly fade. Then while he took his finally pant of air, I rifled through his pocket and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickers to cleaned myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my girdle to get across my chest and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the clay of my dupe and then left the tight crevasse in the alleyway.

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

Ever since my uncle and his champion raped me as a minor, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the Male specie. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' word in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was identification number five.

Clip plunk magazine clop, was the sound of my base as I walked into darkness.
Then booming phone of the Nox club 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 queer pussycat ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .