It was a low temperature winter's Night, in later autumn. The fog had set in ; just before midnight and gradually blanketed the streets. The air was wax of mist and visibility was becoming difficult, as I walked the City streets.

My fancy man forced to act upon the streets tonight. I was hoping for profitable dark ; to continue him and his confederate, away from me and my family.

My epithet is Louise and I am a single 21 year old female parent, and also a prostitute. I have a three class old daughter, Misty ( genus Melissa ). She was being looked after by a finale friend.

My slender framed body was feeling, every icy common cold whiff of air, tonight. I stand 5-foot 7-inches and weigh 103-pounds ; and I wasn't dressed appropriately for the component tonight. I was more occupy 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 by midnight, and it wasn't the casing now.

The only security from the elements I was wearing were my fish-net stockings, calamitous rubber-base paint mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and black lace corset and my melanise articulatio genus length the boot. I wore no bra but I did wear G-string and a garter belted ammunition. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket, or I would have frozen to Death. I shivered as I walked clutching my fur jacket crown, as goose jut formed, on my second joint and chest of drawers, from the low temperature air.

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

Deciding it was a bit too foggy and cold, to be out near the park field, so I walked towards the food district.

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 restaurants. There were glass cans, dumpsters and wild rodent, near where I stood. I lit up a cigaret and just watched, as people were leaving for taxicab or their cars.

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

As I was taking the final few quilt of cigarette, a man noticed my image from a length. He now was strolling toward me.

The closer he got the more I stared. He was bald and his brain was shaved, and he wore a disastrous trench coat. He wore noisy boots. I could hear every 1 step he made, as he approached me.

I took a rich breathing spell and tossed my cigaret, 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 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 shabu can.
"Oh depends, what are you offering,"He said, staring at my leg.

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

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

He led me further into the alley away from the lights and prying eyes. We found a secluded spot and he kissed my neck. I lean myself against a moth-eaten, damp brick wall.

I wriggled and murmur, as he kisses and bites my neck. He then squeezed my boob and yanks down the top of girdle. My titty now feel the insensate winter's air. pilomotor reflex develop on my skin, from the chill.

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

His centering was on my left chest and every now and then, he would osculate my neck again. I was so into this, my centre were flicking and I let out slow moans.

As he went to osculate my rima oris, I stopped him with a complimentary hand. 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 cervix as I stroked his dick, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.

He stopped kissing me and watched me act with his tool. I looked into his eyes and patter a glob of saliva on his rooster. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his concentrated cock.

He caressed my white meat as I stroked his cock. My oral fissure was a gape and my heart flickered, like I was on some company drug.

It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite rampart. I had my mitt 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 cock inside my rima oris."Mmmh, mmmh,"I went about my business of sucking him.

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

I would suck strong around the head then bury deep, before sucking on the point 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 footling as I gagged for air and saliva oozed out of my mouth.
While I gasped and caught my breathing spell, I stroked his cock.
I stroke it, suck and lick the head, and then swallow 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 bulwark. My skirt was unbuttoned and unzipped and it dropped to the terra firma. Then my bloomers were pulled down and off.

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

He then forced me voiceless against the cold-blooded misty bricks and eased his cock into my wet and will pussy.

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

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

My call became gasps as my heightened fervour exceeded my other prospect. I was in torrents and the tactile sensation made me stumble and trip 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 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 bitch, I paid you for me to get off,"He grumbled at me.
Deep down I didn't judgment, but I didn't want him to that I loved anal.

The cries of joy I was muttering, would have given me away though.
"Ooh yeah, ooh, ooh mmmh, ooh,"I cried and moaned. I couldn't helper it.

"Oh kick, you were so cockeyed, now you're just right for the humping,"He talked down to me.
I hated him referring to me a bitch, with his flavour of interpreter. 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 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 face ; I pulled out my flick knife and hacked undecided his ball.

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

He reacted on instinct and reached for his hemorrhage 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 slice in his jugular.
I watched as I always watched my victim's life slowly fade. Then while he took his shoemaker's last gasp of air, I rifled through his air pocket and helped myself to his money.

I used my knee pants to cleaned myself of cum and blood splatter. Then I pulled up my corset to cover my breast and collected my belongings.

I looked back at the cadaver of my victim and then left the tight crevasse in the alley.

I lit up a cigarette and walked further down the alleyway ; away from criminal offense scenery. Wearing no skirt, no knickers and only my corset, garter and heels.

Ever since my uncle and his friends raped me as a nestling, this had been my mercantile establishment or vendetta, against the male species. If they treated me kindly, they lived to have it off another day. If they used my uncle's dearie `` B '' word in"bitch ”, well they didn't. Tonight's victim was telephone number five.

Clip clunk clip clop, was the sound of my feet as I walked into shadow.
Then booming audio of the nighttime 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 pussy ; walked up to me.

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

The End, for now…… .