It was a cold 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 urban center streets.

My fancy man forced to form the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable Night ; to keep him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.

My figure is Louise and I am a individual 21 year old mother, and also a woman of the street. I have a three year old daughter, Misty ( Melissa ). She was being looked after by a close friend.

My slender framed organic structure was feeling, every icy cold puff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the chemical element tonight. I was more worried about earning money, then dressing up properly. When I set of on my evening road, at 8:00pm, it wasn't as cold. It was just yesteryear midnight, and it wasn't the cause now.

The exclusively protective covering from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, contraband latex mini-skirt, black tank undershirt, red and black lace corset and my black knee length boots. I wore no bra but I did wear G-string and a garter belt. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would get frozen to expiry. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the cold-blooded air.

I tried not to abide in one spot too long, or the quiver would start biting into my already chilly skin.

Deciding it was a bit too bleary and frigid, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food district.

The booming speech sound of a nearby night ball club could be heard.
I stood not far from an back street that led to the rear of some eating house. There were trash cans, dumpsters and wild rodent, near where I stood. I lit up a coffin nail and just watched, as masses were leaving for hack or their cars.

I while I puffed on my skunk, that almost of the eating place was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few hassock of cigarette, a man noticed my effigy from a length. 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 blackened trench coating. He wore noisy boot. I could listen every single footmark he made, as he approached me.

I took a deep intimation and tossed my cigarette, as was now just barely a few invertebrate foot from me.

"Hey honey, dam you're a stunner,"He said, with his hired man in his pockets.

"Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this meter 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 applesauce 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 plant,"I said.

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

He led me further into the bowling alley away from the Light Within and prying eyes. We found a reclusive spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, dampish brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my tit and yanks down the top of girdle. My knocker now feel the cold winter's air. Goosebumps develop on my hide, 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 left boob and every now and then, he would osculate my cervix again. I was so into this, my middle were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to kiss my mouth, I stopped him with a relinquish handwriting. 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 act with his shaft. I looked into his eyes and spat a glob of saliva on his tool. I stroked my spit and his pre-cum, over his intemperate cock.

He caressed my white meat as I stroked his putz. My mouth 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 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 prick inside my mouth."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my line of work of sucking him.

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

I would take up arduous around the head then swallow deep, before sucking on the brain again. He would pull out and slap my natural language with his shaft, before inserting it back inside.

Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a picayune as I gagged for air and saliva oozed out of my mouth.
While I gasped and caught my breather, I stroked his cock.
I stroke it, suck and lick the pass, and then swallow it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.

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

He lifted me up and made me front the wall. My doll was unbuttoned 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 paries. He went about, squeezing my ass nerve, before licking my arse. I liked his natural language, prying into my asshole.

He then forced me toilsome against the common cold misty bricks and eased his stopcock into my wet and volition pussy.

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

I looked over my shoulder joint and cupped my bare breast from the chill of the dark. I let out respective swoon watchword ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My cries became gasps as my heighten fervor exceeded my too soon expectation. I was in torrents and the feeling made me stagger and stumble to my knee joint."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the wall. He teased my puss, 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 part of,"I tried to say."Shut it gripe, 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 watchword of joy I was muttering, would induce given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't assistant it.

"Oh bitch, you were so stringent, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his shade of voice. But my cries 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 center shut and about to cum, I reached into my purse. When he grunted and force out his cum on my grimace ; I pulled out my pic knife and hacked open his globe.

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

He reacted on instinct and reached for his haemorrhage ball. 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 gash in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my dupe's living slowly fade. Then while he took his finis gasps of air, I rifled through his pockets and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickers to clean myself of cum and profligate sputtering. Then I pulled up my stays to get over my tit and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the corpse of my victim and then left the plastered crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a coffin nail and walked further down the alley ; away from crime scene. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my stays, garter and dog.

Ever since my uncle and his acquaintance raped me as a shaver, this had been my sales outlet or blood feud, against the manly coinage. If they treated me kindly, they lived to hump another day. If they used my uncle's deary `` B '' give-and-take in"beef ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was number five.

magazine clop clip clop, was the sound of my infantry as I walked into duskiness.
Then booming sounds of the night 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 exposed kitty ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .