It was a cold wintertime's night, in of late autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was total of mist and visibility was becoming difficult, as I walked the City streets.



My pandar forced to work the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable dark ; to keep back him and his confederate, away from me and my family.


My name is Louise and I am a single 21 year old mother, and also a tart. I have a three year old girl, Misty ( Melissa ). She was being looked after by a close friend.



My slender framed consistence was feeling, every icy insensate whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 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 times midnight, and it wasn't the guinea pig now.



The only tribute from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, Black person latex paint mini-skirt, melanise tank singlet, red and inkiness lacing corset and my black knee duration bang. I wore no bra or drawers but a supporter belt. Luckily, I also wore my bogus mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur cap, as fathead bumps formed, on my thigh and breast, from the cold air.



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


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



The thunder sounds of a nearby night cabaret could be heard.
I stood not far from an bowling alley that led to the rear of some restaurants. There were scum tush, dumpsters and uncivilised 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 smoke, that nigh of the restaurant was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few puff of coffin nail, 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 head was shaved, and he wore a opprobrious trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could hear every single step he made, as he approached me.

I took a mysterious breath and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few substructure from me.


"Hey dear, dam you're a stunner,"He said, with his men 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 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 mouth full, $ 100 for sex, $ 200 for the workplace,"I said.


He ruffled around in his pockets, and smirked at me. I was handed a hundred dollar sign in screwed up banker's bill. 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 smear and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, moist brick wall.


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


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


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

As he went to buss my lip, I stopped him with a free mitt. 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 tool, until it was arduous and glistening with pre-cum.


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


He caressed my chest as I stroked his cock. My backtalk was a gape and my eyes flickered, like I was on some company drug.

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the face-to-face wall. I had my hand on his pharynx and another on his rooster. 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 oral fissure."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.


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


I would suck voiceless around the headland then swallow deep, before sucking on the chief again. He would root for 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 nous, and then take back it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.


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

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


squeeze and then spreading my buns impudence, while I face the wall. He went about, squeezing my ass cheeks, before licking my bunghole. I liked his tongue, prying into my asshole.


He then forced me hard against the coldness misty bricks and eased his rooster into my wet and volition pussy.



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



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


My battle cry became gasps as my rise hullabaloo exceeded my former arithmetic mean. I was in soaker and the feeling made me flounder and stumble to my knees."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the bulwark. He teased my slit, with his putz before slowly inserting it into my ass. I froze at first, as he didn't pay me any money for this.
"That wasn't share 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 have 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 cunt, with his whole step 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 putz, 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 brass ; I pulled out my flick tongue and hacked open his balls.



"Bitch,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on instinct and reached for his haemorrhage balls. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the ground and sliced his throat. rakehell sprayed and squirted from the slash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life slowly fade. Then while he took his lastly gasps of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.


I used my knee breeches to cleaned myself of cum and blood sputtering. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my breasts and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the stiff of my victim and then left the tight crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a coffin nail and walked further down the alley ; away from crime aspect. Wearing no skirt, no drawers and only my girdle, supporter and heels.



Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a tiddler, this had been my electrical outlet or vendetta, against the Male metal money. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's darling `` B '' word in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was bit five.


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


"Hey, looking to party,"He said.


The End, for now…… .