It was a low temperature winter's night, in of 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 difficult, as I walked the city streets.



My pimp forced to forge the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night ; to hold open 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 twelvemonth old girl, Misty ( Melissa ). She was being looked after by a fill up friend.



My slender framed body was feeling, every icy frigidity 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 route, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as frigidness. It was just past midnight, and it wasn't the case now.



The exclusively auspices from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex mini-skirt, black armoured combat vehicle singlet, red and black lace corset and my pitch-dark stifle length boots. I wore no bra or drawers but a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur crown, or I would receive frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose prominence formed, on my second joint and bureau, from the cold air.



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


Deciding it was a bit too fogged and frigidness, to be out near the Mungo Park area, so I walked towards the nutrient district.



The booming speech sound of a nearby night night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the fundament of some eating house. There were chalk can buoy, dumpsters and wild rodents, 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 roll of tobacco, that almost of the restaurant was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the stopping point few pouffe of fag, a man noticed my image from a space. He now was strolling toward me.


The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his point was shaved, and he wore a black trench coat. He wore noisy the boot. I could hear every ace footmark he made, as he approached me.

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


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


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


"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a business concern meeting and then dinner party,"He answered.


"Are you looking for desert,"I asked, and lifted a leg up and rested it on top of a trumpery can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

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


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

He led me further into the back street away from the lights and prying heart. We found a secluded office 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 opening. He then squeezed my breasts and Northerner down the top of girdle. My breasts now feel the coldness winter's air. goose skin develop on my hide, 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 focus was on my allow boob and every now and then, he would osculate my cervix again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to kiss my rima oris, I stopped him with a gratuitous 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 cervix as I stroked his cock, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.


He stopped kissing me and watched me bring with his prick. I looked into his eyes and spue a glob of spittle on his cock. I stroked my spit and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.


He caressed my breasts as I stroked his turncock. My oral fissure was a gape and my eye flickered, like I was on some political party drug.

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite wall. I had my script on his throat and another on his turncock. 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 hammer 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 little faster.


I would suck severe around the chief then eat up deep, before sucking on the drumhead again. He would pull out and slap my tongue with his dick, before inserting it back inside.


Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a minuscule 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 promontory, and then live with 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 prison term I gasped for air.

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


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


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



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



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


My vociferation became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my early expectations. I was in waterspout and the feeling made me stagger 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 rooster 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 intellect, but I didn't want him to that I loved anal.


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


"Oh beef, you were so slopped, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his flavour of spokesperson. But my outcry made it seem like I like being called one.


When he stopped my ass plundering, 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 heart shut and about to cum, I reached into my pocketbook. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my face ; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked outdoors his balls.



"Bitch,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his bleeding balls. That's when I saw the scuttle I needed.
I sprung up off the primer coat and sliced his throat. Blood sprayed and squirted from the slash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my dupe's lifetime slowly fade. Then while he took his endure gasp of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.


I used my knickers to cleaned myself of cum and rakehell sputtering. Then I pulled up my stays to cover my tit and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the tight crevasse in the alley.

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



Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a child, this had been my retail store or vendetta, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' Son in"kick ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was telephone number five.


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


"Hey, looking to party,"He said.


The End, for now…… .