Diary Of A John - Joanna The Germ Gets Fouled


Blowjob, Humiliation
fib From the Gutter

Joanna the source Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The door was receptive and the fluorescent light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly whiteness. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking prostitute would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be rest home or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't annoy me much.. my mind was festering and my soundbox so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the planetary house were clear.. no fetching, vivacious slit with her pin-up smile and splayed ramification could possibly fulfil me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore heart and soul to reave and carve, a trough gripe who 'd direct my peter hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her cakehole open spacious, sniveling with her dentition clenched while I fucked her Brown University meaty slit into flannel cake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water on my face.

'' You 're a foul tramper tonight, that 's a fact.. '' I thought staring woefully in the mirror. I dressed quickly, smoked a roach and headed out the door.

The realness of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how festive it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding baseness always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my mood and the street 's were a perfect peer. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the concourse on the sidewalk. The scent of degeneracy billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my soundbox staining my thoughts flaming black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on revenge. Just any old fuck would n't do, I wanted to have intercourse some lowly whore into cringing pleading meekness.

The Roja was in wax Saturday night swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the niche motel watching the hustle down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the buildings and on the curb in poor skirts and scoop-necked tops showing stacks of succulent brown tit.. the music from the clubs thumped and blared, the doggie were doing their fast-patter sting as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the pavement and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered strew lid and glossy boots, guerros in tee shirt and short knickers, Japanese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the fancy woman on their way to their favorite clubs and taproom. A raucous street band was racing through a phone number around the corner, its drum pounding maniacally and its horns braying out of line.

I wound my way through the cable car and made a beeline for the turning point of the alleyway where the junkies hang out. Some junky hurting for her Master of Education would have me what I needed. There were so many cyprian leaning against the wall it looked like a Greek chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, forgetful tranquil Alexa with the downcast optic. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alley lit with so many discolor lights it looked like a circus fairway. The girl were lined up like pastries in store windows both sides of the street.. railroad car crept slowly down its duration with shady male craning their necks left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on display. The music from the legal profession was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the shouts of the barkers and laugh of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting till I could n't put up it anymore.

'' Time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the sentence I returned the cunt upstairs servicing customer would be back on the corner waiting for another cock to suck up and ask up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mood was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the throng crowding the intersection point and headed up organic law.

walk in the street beside the strain of park cars I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the building and the check. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the harlot either English like a river between its banks. motorcar and taxis crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the incline with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to harbor my eyes and saw a short dark figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked gondola. I stopped short-circuit squinting, trying to attain her out.

She was bundled in a cord pelage sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her black hair was snarled, wisps and maze stuck out in all directions like a dandelion after a crocked air current. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked stupid staring blankly at the trunk of the car before her, her face drooping like wax with a sullen somberness. She appeared lost, as though she knew once where she was headed and for what but had somehow forgotten along the way.

It was Joanna, the runt whore I referred to in my journals as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved slight because she was actually kind of cute depending on where in her senior high she was. She was tiny, barely 5 feet tall, non-white and easy around the middle, and almost always a nasty mess.. it was rumored she was a major mail carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main reason I 'd never lie with her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized fucking. She was a crack and chiva ( black-tar diacetylmorphine ) drug addict, and the street 's preeminent castaway whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. bawd have this acute sixth sense about possible client. She looked up suddenly and those dull, weary gloom-filled eyes of hers momentarily cleared and locked on mine. I stepped forward leaning close.

'' Cuanto para fucky-sucky ? '' I asked her.

She suddenly looked distracted as though she thought I was talking to someone else. She glanced down at the trunk of the car in front of her, pushed her ass off the hood behind and stared up at me hopefully.

'' Diez.. '' she said with a crinkly smile.

'' St. Mary of Bethlehem treinta minutos ? '' She nodded her head.

'' Bien.. donde ? '' She raised her hand and pointed across the street, her centre never leaving mine.

'' Bueno.. vamos.. '' I told her. I 'd found my bitch.

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of parked gondola without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a house frau in bathrobe and chamber slider with me close behind. The tart on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't leave a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this petty half-pint hurrying to get a elbow room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this kick little brown eubstance splayed and bare, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing putz.

She turned into an entrance off the sidewalk, a short circuit walkway painted bright turquoise that opened onto a longsighted cementum courtyard. several cages with small skirt were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the pavement you 'd intend the place had all the magic spell and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with former fancy woman and knew it 's rooms were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish rooms, rank as creature 's dens with the smell of al-Qa'ida hollow sex between stranger alienated from their humanity. I liked the topographic point, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open air door at the front end and said something to the cleaning lady inside. A small TV atop a filing storage locker in the corner was blaring a Spanish miscellany show. The adult female turned and scowled at us, held out her hired man and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the half-pint Joanna scurried.. past peeling room access and darkened windows hung with threadbare sheets to elbow room act 7, right next to the remote washbasin and toilet. She pushed the room access spread and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as revolting as I remembered. A swayback mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained spread worn to holes was pushed against the back wall lengthwise.. a push-down storage of chairs leaning alongside a dusty desk.. next to the door a large window with a idle blue bed sail pinned to its frame.. on the opposite wall an empty wardrobe cabinet without doors. Two bent wire hangers hung askance from the wooden rod inside. The wire hangers did it for me.. summing-up the sad vacancy of the place.

It 'd already been used by dozens of whore that night.. the floor was littered with used condoms and crumpled spate of dampish toilet paper.. wet ball spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drool and the cum of their client. A faint musky odour of tense, expended perspiration and cum permeated the place.. the intellection of stripping this beef naked and fucking her like an fauna in the sickly glare of the bare ceiling medulla oblongata electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to enact my raw outflowing fantasies in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that first promising looking on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like most whores she was trying to ravage as much time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coating and placed it neatly on the mesa, walked back to the bed unbuckling her bang.

'' Tu blousa primera, puta.. '' I told her, fingering the hem of her top.

She pulled it over her head and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the arm. Her tummy was sonant, protruding like a child's.. her boob hung heavy, round of drinks as softballs, big handfuls of sumptuous Brown University beef inwardness with midst, spongelike nipples the coloring of shadow hot chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the mammilla and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my jeans. Joanna did n't move, did n't even face at me as I toyed with her titmouse and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a loose ribbon she 'd found.

'' C'mon you cunt.. strip.. ahora ! '' I barked and gave her tit a slap before laying back on the bed. I kicked off my shoe and started wriggling down my jeans watching her closely.

The hapless little snatch was obviously at the tooshie end of her high. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panty, bent over and slowly worked them below her knees. Black pubes bushed out in a matted maze between her thighs. Stuck within the snarl was a folded pad of stool paper.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a long yellowish smear ran down the middle.. cunt gook or cum, I did n't have it away which, but bells started going off in my brain. The spot was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my consistency simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the whole endeavor. I abruptly held up my hand waggling it back and Forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jeans back up.

She crumpled despondent on the edge of the bed with her articulatio humeri slumped and mind bowed. I did n't grant a diddly, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to wedge my dick in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my jeans up my thigh glancing at her smooth out Brown articulatio humeri, her muddied contraband hair sticking out in snarl.

'' Como sucky ? '' she asked quietly without turning, her part so meek it was barely audible.

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely overlooked the opening of a blowjob in my hurry to leave.

'' Cinco ? '' she queried tentatively, without raising her head.

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 cock sucking from this filthy petty street whore would accommodate me just ticket, reach the fiddling slit the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head with both workforce and shoved my dick in her lip.

It was just so shag lewd.. her mouth was so damp and warm, her brim so eager to soak up dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her foreland and hunched my prick at her aspect fuckhole like a dog. This little whore 's sass was mine to use and ill-use anyway I wanted for the Mary Leontyne Price of a camp of cigaret. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my jeans, throw her a dollar and take the air out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that precious medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to gain and nothing to lose, it was Joanna who was behind the eight formal tonight.

She just sat there docile, her men in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her backtalk for awhile, then tilted her face to the visible light so I could look on every delicious detail.. lacklustre fateful hair snarled in tangles, round brown cheek and oily pug-nose, lush midst thong and pretty eyes that scrunched to my repeated hunches, lips pursed miserly then yawning, trembling every clip I stuck it in her deep.. my hawkshaw looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated smashed and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her rim, the vena raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her hand to take clench of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a quiet land of resignation. I pulled out my peter and casually whipped her facial expression back and forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swell belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her backtalk and told her to soak up on them. I gave her a few Sir Thomas More good cockslaps then shoved my kernel back in her mouth.

'' You expect me to do all the body of work, whore ? Suck my bone you dog.. you Mexican mutt.. '' My peter was fully raise now, sticking straight out shiny and taut, the knob red and engorged. I aimed it at her mouth.

'' Suck it cunt, you effective draw it good ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican oral cavity is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard bloodless dick-meat.. guzzling down taste of slimy white cock cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her answer. Whores sometimes did n't carry kindly to my blunt racist comments but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd react, give me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips rhythm my tool and drove her sassing down it just as libertine and knockout as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her knuckles white, throwing her body at it relentlessly, driving it into the rear of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't understand a word of English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frantic step, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in intelligence and feel just rolled off this piffling lady of pleasure like water.

'' good, you filthy dog whore.. you paltry brown mutt.. your lip is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your face so hard you 'll be puking up finish calendar week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my hip joint double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her forefront totally immobile while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, hang over and hand-slapped her face two or three times.. she sat there berm hunched, squinting, her lower lip flapping like a let loose piece of core, taking it, saying nothing..

'' Fucking cunt ! Get it in your oral fissure ! Right down your cum-guzzling throat.. ''

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. cock power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty tool into her warm drooling mouth, pounding it at the rear of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without control, and I was frenetic to do it all.. I stove it hard into her face bulging them out one face then the other.. pressed her lips between my fingerbreadth till they puckered like a rolled pussycat and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck opening and gripped her hair and threw her mouth down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her chin and hunched-fucked her gaping sass madly. I wanted to go up on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every last inch of my throbbing cock down her throat and diddly-squat there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my hand pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy picayune fuck.. you piece of shit slobbering whore.. '', as twaddle copiously rippled over her lips down her chin, waggling then falling peppering her tits, breadbasket and thigh with gleaming gummy drops.

I jerked my denim down either face till they slid below my genu and bent into it, jerking her chief furiously down my turncock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe Andrew W. Mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like turn juices. I wanted her throat, my cock wedged, stuck in it miserly and deep. So far she 'd kept her throat clenched squiffy and evaded it, I could Pound at her pharynx fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her head and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her lips down it deeper.. trembling brim and eyes clenched tight, her head thrashing side of meat to side trying to break loose..

Her rima oris suddenly burst open yawning spacious and off she wretched to the side.. a watercourse of yellowness scum bag like squash rackets soup gushed out and splashed to the flooring beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in seeing red, a string of saliva stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully erect, radiating heat, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her impertinence repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking piece of shit.. heart-to-heart up your dirty slovenly woman 's mouth.. '' pearl of effort dappled her upper lip and brow, drivel streaked shiny across her cheek and greasy forehead. She opened her mouth to resist but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her face, a foamy glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her rima oris onto my cock again yanking her head back and forth on it furiously while she garbled romantic frantically trying to keep up.

'' ass you ! .. you miserable shit. nooky your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen meat in the lilliputian cunt 's pharynx. I wrestled her headway cramming my dick in as late as I could and she clamored trying to resist, waving her paw and making garbling noises.. but she did n't have-to doe with me, she did n't dare.

'' exact it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like bird diddly-squat. She broke free and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and Forth River. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her lush black eyelash and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish people, but not moving from her throne bum on the bed. I grabbed a fistful of whisker and threw her sassing down my hammer again.

'' Fucking whore ! You 'll necessitate anything I give you.. comprende ? ! '' I hissed.

Her consistence slumped pitifully and her work force braced against the mattress. I held her head either position, her heart were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung slack, drool flowing copiously down her Kuki-Chin and teat. I spit on her face and she did n't even react. It hung in a foamy glob and slowly dissolved, a snail lead to her jaw and down the side of her neck.

I continued to have intercourse her mouth viciously.. she just sat there docile as a mare getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned open blanket and she waggled her foreland back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my nitty-gritty wedged firmly against the spinal column of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellowness puke warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't incite an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my cock glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' lick my dick clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the bitch turned her face to the side.. so I cleaned it on her face. I grabbed her mentum, pinched my finger round her lips and fucked her lip like a pussy.

'' This dog 's getting boned.. '' I hissed, and slapped her grimace again.

She went strangely tranquilize. I tilted back her headway in the light and jacked my fist furiously down my cock. I could feel my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her head quietly while I pried apart her lips with my finger and held it heart-to-heart extensive. Her typeface was so slimed, wet and greasy with spit and dribble and sweat, chain of her jet-black hair matted on her cheek and os frontale.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking piece of denounce whore.. gon na vaunt my creamy wad all over your puke drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big load of creamy cum for ya, gon na glaze your cunt 's face good.. ''

And jizz came barreling up my cock like it was pushing glass.. tearing the inside of my dick, exploding out the tip in a creamy white glob splattering across the bridge of her nose, trailing on her cheek.. then another, pumping out in an elongate dollop streaking in her eyelash onto her forehead.

I jerked the rest of my shipment off in her sassing. She shook her head making disturbance protesting but I had my pollex locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my cock disgorged its last pearly globs and droplets in a pond of slime on her tongue, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one endure fourth dimension in her mouth and before she could react shoved my cock in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

'' Swallow it puta, swallow every drib you miserable cocksucking shit.. ''

But the scallywag girlfriend did n't want to live with. She waggled her head and turned to the side of meat but I pinched her intrude and held her Chin up cursing her until my cum slithered down her throat, and that set her off whining again. She complained vehemently, shaking her oral sex and muttering in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a watercourse of invectives while she dabbed the drops of puke off her thighs, but I did n't give a shit at that point.. I was finished with the bitch, my frightful fury spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bedspread and wiped my glistening drool-covered peter, quickly pulled up my jeans and buckled my whang. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my shoes and tied the lace. Her muttering came in burst and starts now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup position, as though we were on separate planets together there in that squalid short room pungent now with the aroma of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar eyeshade. She looked at it then up at me distressed, started jabbering excitedly, pointing to the rotter on the floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational hazard '' I said drolly, threw my coat over my shoulder and walked out the door.. leaving it wide open with her sitting there with her denim down around her knees and her mamilla hanging exposed. I walked to the front basin by the entrance and washed my hands while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a Riley B King, the world-beater of depravity, of flyblown humiliation and junky cyprian debasement. I strolled back along the streets now totally at simplicity among the carnival atmosphere that was still in full-of-the-moon swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my apparel in the box, and took a 30 minute of arc shower, contemplating which gild I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my kinks out with the runty pussy Joanna, I was at pacification, ready to continue the eve 's drunken revelry at an easy relaxed pace.

'' life history is good.. that was perfectly vile.. '' I thought, smiling .
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