It was a moth-eaten winter's nighttime, in late fall. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was total of mist and visibility was becoming unmanageable, as I walked the city streets.

My pimp forced to turn the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable night ; to keep him and his collaborator, away from me and my family.

My name is Louise and I am a single 21 year old female parent, and also a tart. I have a three yr old daughter, Misty ( Melissa ). She was being looked after by a close-fitting admirer.

My slender framed torso 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 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 sheath now.

The only tribute from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, disastrous rubber-base paint mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and Shirley Temple Black lace corset and my contraband knee duration thrill. I wore no bra but I did wear G-string and a garter whack. Luckily, I also wore my role player mink-fur jacket crown, or I would suffer frozen to decease. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goofball bumps 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 start biting into my already chilly skin.

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

The thrive speech sound of a nearby Nox nine could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some eatery. There were folderol cans, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as people were leaving for cab or their cars.

I while I puffed on my smoke, that about 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 head was shaved, and he wore a black trench coating. He wore noisy kick. I could hear every single step he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep breath and tossed my butt, as was now just barely a few feet from me.

"Hey dearest, dam you're a stunner,"He said, with his workforce 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 business coming together 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 trash can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

"Hmmm, let's see, $ 50 for a mouth to the 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 dollar bill in screwed up bills. I nodded and placed the money inside my bum-bag.

He led me further into the alley away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a withdraw fleck and he kissed my neck opening. I lean myself against a cold, moist brick wall.

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

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

His focus was on my leave alone breast and every now and then, he would snog my neck opening again. I was so into this, my center were flicking and I let out slow moans.

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

He stopped kissing me and watched me play with his dick. I looked into his middle and spat a glob of spit on his cock. I stroked my spittle and his pre-cum, over his intemperately cock.

He caressed my breasts as I stroked his cock. My mouth was a gape and my oculus 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 tool. 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 sassing and placed his dick inside my mouth."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.

He caressed my whisker. It inspired me even more to soak up slowly then a footling faster.

I would suck hard around the head then live with deep, before sucking on the head again. He would perpetrate out and slap my glossa with his cock, 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 back talk.
While I gasped and caught my hint, I stroked his cock.
I stroke it, suck and lick the head, and then take back it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.

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

He lifted me up and made me confront the wall. My wench was unbutton 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 cheeks, before licking my asshole. I liked his spit, prying into my asshole.

He then forced me hard against the common cold misty bricks and eased his rooster into my wet and willing pussy.

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

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

My shout became gasps as my deepen excitement exceeded my early expected value. I was in torrents and the feeling made me flounder and stumble to my knee."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 office 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 sustain given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't aid it.

"Oh cunt, you were so tight, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a kick, with his feeling of voice. 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 knees again. I sucked and stroked his cock, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his centre shut and about to cum, I reached into my pocketbook. When he grunted and squeeze out his cum on my case ; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked open his clump.

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

He reacted on instinct and reached for his hemorrhage glob. That's when I saw the hatchway I needed.
I sprung up off the land and sliced his pharynx. Blood sprayed and squirted from the gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's lifetime slowly fade. Then while he took his last pant of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.

I used my knee pants to pick myself of cum and roue sputtering. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my white meat and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the corpse of my dupe and then left the fast crevasse in the skittle alley.

I lit up a butt and walked further down the alley ; away from law-breaking view. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my girdle, supporter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his Quaker raped me as a minor, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the manful species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to bonk another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' word in"kick ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was numeral five.

magazine clunk clip clunking, was the strait of my fundament as I walked into darkness.
Then booming sounds of the nighttime nightclub 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 pussy ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to company,"He said.

The End, for now…… .