It was a cold wintertime's night, in late fall. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was full phase of the moon of mist and visibleness was becoming difficult, as I walked the metropolis streets.

My panderer forced to mould the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable Nox ; to preserve him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.

My epithet is Louise and I am a bingle 21 twelvemonth old mother, and also a fancy woman. I have a three year old girl, Misty ( genus Melissa ). She was being looked after by a close friend.

My slender framed torso was feeling, every icy cold puff of air of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and librate 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the chemical element 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 frigidity. It was just past tense midnight, and it wasn't the case now.

The lone protection from the component I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, calamitous latex mini-skirt, bleak cooler undershirt, red and lightlessness lace corset and my melanise knee length boots. I wore no bra but I did outwear G-string and a supporter rap. Luckily, I also wore my pseudo mink-fur crown, or I would ingest frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket crown, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and bureau, from the frigidness 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 blurred and stale, to be out near the parkland area, so I walked towards the food territory.

The booming sounds of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some eatery. There were deoxyephedrine john, dumpsters and wild rodents, near where I stood. I lit up a fag and just watched, as the great unwashed were leaving for taxicab or their cars.

I while I puffed on my bullet, that most of the restaurant was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few puff of fag, a man noticed my double from a aloofness. 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 bootleg trench coat. He wore noisy boot. I could discover every individual footprint he made, as he approached me.

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

"Hey love, dam you're a stunner,"He said, with his paw 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 occupation 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 trash can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

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

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

He led me further into the back street away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a sequester spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a cold, moist brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my cervix. He then squeezed my tit and yanks down the top of stays. My chest now feel the inhuman winter's air. Goosebumps develop on my peel, from the chill.

He now stops kissing my cervix and begins to seize with teeth and give suck on my mamilla. While roughly squeezing and twisting them.

His focus was on my will titty and every now and then, he would snog my neck again. I was so into this, my eyes were flicking and I let out slow up moans.

As he went to snog my mouth, I stopped him with a free hand. I touched his bulging pant 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 turncock, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me roleplay with his cock. I looked into his center and spat a glob of saliva on his cock. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his backbreaking cock.

He caressed my breasts as I stroked his stopcock. My mouth was a gape and my eyes 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 hand on his pharynx 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 rima oris and placed his cock inside my oral fissure."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business concern of sucking him.

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

I would blow hard around the psyche then bury deep, before sucking on the head again. He would pull out and slap my lingua with his rooster, 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 straits, and then unsay it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.

All the prison term, 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 bulwark. My chick was unfastened and unzipped and it dropped to the ground. Then my knickerbockers were pulled down and off.

Squeezing and then spreading my butt buttock, while I face the wall. He went about, squeezing my ass impudence, before licking my asshole. I liked his natural language, prying into my asshole.

He then forced me intemperate against the cold misty bricks and eased his turncock into my wet and unforced pussy.

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

I looked over my berm and cupped my bare breasts from the tingle of the night. I let out various faint battle cry ; as he went about slowly fucking me, to moderately fucking me.

My cries became gasps as my deepen exhilaration exceeded my early expectations. I was in cloudburst and the feeling made me careen and stumble to my knees."Ooh god, ooh, ooh,"I moaned.
He picked me up, and forced back into the rampart. He teased my pussy, with his tool before slowly inserting it into my ass. I froze at first, as he didn't pay me any money for this.
"That wasn't persona 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 cries 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 kick, you were so tight, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a squawk, with his tincture of vox. But my rallying cry made it seem like I like being called one.

When he stopped my ass pillaging, he took his rubber 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 eyes shut and about to cum, I reached into my pocketbook. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my side ; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked open his balls.

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

He reacted on instinct and reached for his bleeding ball. That's when I saw the opening I needed.
I sprung up off the ground and sliced his throat. parentage sprayed and squirted from the slice in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my dupe's life slowly fade. Then while he took his last gasps of air, I rifled through his sac and helped myself to his money.

I used my knickers to cleaned myself of cum and stemma spattering. Then I pulled up my corset to hatch 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 fit. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my girdle, garter and cad.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a child, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the manly mintage. If they treated me kindly, they lived to fuck another day. If they used my uncle's favorite `` B '' word of honor in"gripe ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was number five.

snip clop time clop, was the sound of my feet as I walked into darkness.
Then booming sounds of the dark lodge 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 exposed pussy ; walked up to me.

"Hey, looking to political party,"He said.

The End, for now…… .