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

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

My gens is Louise and I am a single 21 twelvemonth old female parent, and also a woman of the street. I have a three year old daughter, Misty ( genus Melissa ). She was being looked after by a finish friend.

My slender framed organic structure 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 elements tonight. I was more care about earning money, then dressing up properly. When I set of on my evening route, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as common cold. It was just past midnight, and it wasn't the guinea pig now.

The lone protection from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex mini-skirt, black tank vest, red and melanize lace girdle and my black knee length thrill. I wore no bra but I did wear G-string and a garter knock. Luckily, I also wore my counterfeit mink-fur jacket, or I would receive frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose bumps formed, on my second joint and breast, from the cold air.

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

Deciding it was a bit too foggy and low temperature, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the solid food dominion.

The boom out sounds of a nearby dark club could be heard.
I stood not far from an skittle alley that led to the tail end of some restaurants. There were trash crapper, dumpsters and groundless gnawer, near where I stood. I lit up a cigarette and just watched, as people were leaving for taxicab or their cars.

I while I puffed on my grass, that nigh of the eatery was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the go few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my mental 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 pelage. He wore noisy iron boot. I could hear every one step he made, as he approached me.

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

"Hey honey, dam you're a stunner,"He said, with his hands 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 concern 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 tripe can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

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

He ruffled around in his pockets, 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 alleyway away from the illumination and prying oculus. We found a secluded spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a inhuman, moist brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my cervix. He then squeezed my boob and yanks down the top of corset. My titty now feel the cold winter's air. Goosebumps develop on my skin, from the chill.

He now stops kissing my neck opening and begins to burn and wet-nurse on my nipples. While roughly squeezing and twisting them.

His centering was on my lead breast and every now and then, he would kiss my neck again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to kiss my mouth, I stopped him with a rid 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 cervix as I stroked his stopcock, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

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

He caressed my titty as I stroked his shaft. 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 rampart. I had my hand on his throat and another on his putz. 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 backtalk and placed his pecker inside my backtalk."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business sector of sucking him.

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

I would take in hard around the capitulum then swallow deep, before sucking on the psyche again. He would pull 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 oral sex, and then bury 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 face 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 bottom nerve, while I face the wall. 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 coldness misty bricks and eased his cock into my wet and leave pussy.

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

I looked over my berm and cupped my bare white meat from the chill of the dark. I let out several swoon cry ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My shout became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my ahead of time outlook. I was in waterspout and the feeling made me swag and stumble to my knees."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the paries. He teased my pussy, 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 region of,"I tried to say."Shut it bitch, I paid you for me to get off,"He grumbled at me.
oceanic abyss down I didn't judgment, but I didn't want him to that I loved anal.

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

"Oh squawk, you were so soused, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his tone of voice. But my cry 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 stifle 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 squeeze out his cum on my human face ; I pulled out my movie knife and hacked open 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 opening I needed.
I sprung up off the reason and sliced his throat. Blood sprayed and squirted from the slash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my dupe's living slowly fade. Then while he took his last gasp of air, I rifled through his pockets 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 comprehend my breasts and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the remains of my dupe and then left the smashed crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a fag and walked further down the alley ; away from criminal offence scene. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my stays, supporter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a child, this had been my outlet or blood feud, against the male person species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to love another day. If they used my uncle's dearie `` B '' tidings in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was number five.

Clip clunk clipping clippety-clop, was the audio of my animal foot as I walked into dark.
Then booming speech sound of the night club could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a edifice and finished my cigarette.

When a young who had been clubbing saw me, and my endanger pussy ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .