It was a common cold winter's Night, in 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 hard, as I walked the City streets.



My ponce forced to puzzle out the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable Night ; to hold on him and his henchmen, away from me and my family.


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



My slender framed trunk was feeling, every icy frigidity whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the element tonight. I was more worry 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 by midnight, and it wasn't the case now.



The solitary protective cover from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, black latex paint mini-skirt, black tank undershirt, red and black lace corset and my Negro articulatio genus length iron boot. I wore no bra or knickerbockers but a garter whack. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket crown, or I would have frozen to death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket crown, as goose bumps formed, on my thighs and chest, from the dusty air.



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


Deciding it was a bit too foggy and insensate, to be out near the park area, so I walked towards the food for thought district.



The nail phone of a nearby night club could be heard.
I stood not far from an alley that led to the rear of some eating place. There were scum cans, dumpsters and wild rodents, 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 pot, that most of the eating house was either closing or closed, for the night.

As I was taking the last few puff of cigarette, a man noticed my figure 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 contraband trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could hear every bingle stair he made, as he approached me.

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


"Hey love, dam you're a knockout,"He said, with his workforce in his pockets.


"Why, thank you, and what brings you here at this metre of nighttime,"I asked.


"Oh, I don't know, I just finished a patronage 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

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


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

He led me further into the skittle alley away from the twinkle and prying eyes. We found a secluded post 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. He then squeezed my breasts and yanks down the top of corset. My boob now feel the inhuman winter's air. Goosebumps develop on my skin, from the chill.


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


His focus was on my left-hand white meat 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 buss my mouth, I stopped him with a free manus. I touched his bulging trousers and slowly unzipped his fly. Then I pulled his pecker out from his underwear, and began to stroke it.
He kissed my cervix as I stroked his pecker, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.


He stopped kissing me and watched me bet with his dick. I looked into his eyes and spat a glob of spittle on his cock. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his arduous cock.


He caressed my bosom as I stroked his shaft. My rima oris was a gape and my middle flickered, like I was on some company drug.

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite bulwark. I had my helping hand on his throat and another on his shaft. 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 cock inside my back talk."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business enterprise of sucking him.


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


I would absorb hard around the head then swallow deep, before sucking on the head again. He would pull out and slap my glossa with his cock, before inserting it back inside.


Slowly I deep throated him. He moaned. I squealed a small 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 head, and then withdraw it. This was repeated over and over, for about five minutes.


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

He lifted me up and made me present the rampart. My annulus was unbutton and unzipped and it dropped to the undercoat. Then my knickers were pulled down and off.


squeeze and then spreading my tail end impertinence, while I face the bulwark. He went about, squeezing my ass cheeks, before licking my cocksucker. I liked his tongue, prying into my asshole.


He then forced me laborious against the cold misty bricks and eased his dick into my wet and willing pussy.



"prophylactic,"I nervously, pleaded."Shut up kick, I have a safe,"He growled.



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


My cries became gasps as my heightened excitement exceeded my ahead of time expectations. I was in torrents and the feeling made me stagger and misstep to my genu."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 contribution 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 experience given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't assistant it.


"Oh bitch, you were so soaked, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his quality of voice. But my cries made it seem like I like being called one.


When he stopped my ass pillage, he took his condom off and made me get back on my genu again. I sucked and stroked his cock, until he was about to cum.

While he was moaning with his optic shut and about to cum, I reached into my bag. When he grunted and squirt his cum on my human face ; I pulled out my flip tongue and hacked open his balls.



"Bitch,"He yelled at me, and slapped my face.
He reacted on inherent aptitude and reached for his bleeding balls. That's when I saw the orifice I needed.
I sprung up off the ground and sliced his throat. parentage sprayed and squirted from the cut in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's spirit 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 pants to cleaned myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to treat my breasts and collected my belongings.
I looked back at the corpse of my dupe and then left the tight crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the alley ; away from crime scene. Wearing no skirt, no bloomers and only my girdle, garter and heels.



Ever since my uncle and his champion raped me as a child, this had been my outlet or vendetta, against the virile coinage. If they treated me kindly, they lived to bonk another day. If they used my uncle's favourite `` B '' word in"cunt ”, well they didn't. Tonight's dupe was routine five.


time clop clip clip-clop, was the sound of my groundwork as I walked into darkness.
Then booming phone of the Night order could still be heard. I leaned against the moist bricks of a edifice and finished my cigarette.
When a Brigham Young who had been clubbing saw me, and my exposed kitty-cat ; walked up to me.


"Hey, looking to company,"He said.


The End, for now…… .