Tales From the toilet

Joanna the source Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The door was loose and the fluorescent fixture visible radiation from the walkway outside illuminated the motel way ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking cocotte would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be home or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't bother me much.. my mind was festering and my trunk so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vibrant twat with her lovely smile and splayed stage could possibly gratify me tonight.. tonight I wanted inexpensive whore sum to rape and carve, a gutter bitch who 'd take my cock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her gob undefended all-encompassing, sniveling with her tooth clenched while I fucked her brown meaty slit into flapjack batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water on my face.

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

The reality of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how gay it sounds from my way it 's sorry brooding baseness always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my mood and the street 's were a perfect match. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my leg jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The aroma of depravity billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my thoughts flaming blackened. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on retaliation. Just any old fuck would n't do, I wanted to fuck some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in full Saturday Nox swing. Constitucion was packed with machine moving slowly down the James Jerome Hill, jockeying for position with their headlight ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the nook motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the edifice and on the curb bit in short skirts and scoop-necked teetotum showing scads of succulent John Brown tit.. the music from the guild thumped and blared, the doggie were doing their fast-patter stir as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalks and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered straw chapeau and shiny kick, guerros in t-shirts and short pants, Nipponese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whores on their way to their favorite clubs and prevention. A strident street dance band was racing through a number around the box, its brake drum pounding maniacally and its horns braying out of tune.

I wound my way through the cars and made a beeline for the corner of the alleyway where the junkies hang out. Some freak hurting for her Master of Education would give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the bulwark it looked like a chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short tranquillity Alexa with the downcast eyes. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many bleached brightness level it looked like a circus fairway. The fille were lined up like pastries in storehouse windows both sides of the street.. cable car crept slowly down its length with shadowed Male craning their necks left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on display. The music from the streak was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the vociferation of the barkers and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting public treasury I could n't suffer it anymore.

'' Time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the prison term I returned the bitches upstairs servicing customers would be back on the corner waiting for another cock to suck and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My humour was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the mob crowding the crossway and headed up makeup.

walking in the street beside the argument of parked automobile I was gazing at the woman of the street standing patiently along the construction and the Curb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the cocotte either side like a river between its banks. Cars and taxis crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the incline with their headlamp gleaming.. I raised my arm to shield my eyes and saw a myopic dark digit silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked cars. I stopped scant squinting, trying to wee-wee her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her black haircloth was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all steering like a dandelion after a firm wind instrument. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked dazed staring blankly at the body of the car before her, her face drooping like wax with a sullen gloom. 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 bawd 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 high she was. She was flyspeck, barely 5 feet marvelous, dark-skinned and soft 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 briny reason I 'd never fucked her, even though her small prettiness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized ass. She was a sally and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must own sensed me staring.. sporting lady have this knifelike 6th mother wit about possible customers. She looked up suddenly and those wearisome, weary gloom-filled eye 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 soul else. She glanced down at the body of the car in front of her, pushed her ass off the bonnet behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

'' Feliz Lusitania treinta minutos ? '' She nodded her head.

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

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

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of parked cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the dealings, shuffling and clutching her pelage like a household frau in bathrobe and bedroom slippers with me stuffy behind. The sporting lady on the pavement stared at us quizzically but I did n't give a fuck.. my mastermind was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this picayune runt hurrying to get a room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this bitches fiddling Brown dead body splayed and nude, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a light paseo painted bright turquoise that opened onto a long cement courtyard. several Cage with small birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the pavement you 'd think the place had all the charm and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with former whores and knew it 's rooms were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. hair-raising way, social rank as animal 's lair with the smell of radical hole sex between strangers alienated from their humanness. I liked the place, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open room access at the front and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the street corner was blaring a Spanish sort show. The womanhood turned and scowled at us, held out her hand and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. past peeling doors and darkened window hung with threadbare sheets to room number 7, right next to the outside washbasin and pot. She pushed the door open and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as distasteful as I remembered. A dipped mattress covered with a lose weight, grease-stained bedspread worn to holes was pushed against the back wall lengthwise.. a mickle of chairs leaning alongside a stale desk.. next to the door a large window with a light puritanical bed piece of paper pinned to its frame.. on the opponent wall an hollow press console without doors. Two bent wire hangers hung askance from the wooden rod inside. The wire hangers did it for me.. summing-up the sad emptiness of the place.

It 'd already been used by dozens of whores that night.. the storey was littered with used safety and crumpled gobs of damp toilette paper.. wet ball spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their tosh and the cum of their customers. A wispy musky scent of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this cunt naked and fucking her like an creature in the sallow glare of the bare roof bulb electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to ordain my raw effluent fantasy in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that first-class honours degree hopeful feeling on the street. Her impulse had stopped now that we were inside the elbow room, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like most whores she was trying to emaciate as much time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the board, walked back to the bed unbuckling her belt.

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

She pulled it over her forefront and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the arm. Her tummy was soft, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, round as softballs, big handful of sumptuous brown bitch core with thick, spongy nipples the colouration of dark deep brown. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my jean. Joanna did n't move, did n't even reckon at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a liberal thread 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 shoes and started wriggling down my dungaree watching her closely.

The poor little cunt was obviously at the shadower end of her high up. She unzipped her drawers and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panties, bent over and slowly worked them below her knees. Black pubes bushed out in a tangle tangle between her thighs. Stuck within the tangle was a close up pad of toilet paper.

She carefully peeled it off her bitch mouth and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light source. I cocked my head word to see and shuddered.. a long white-livered soil ran down the middle.. cunt seepage or cum, I did n't know which, but buzzer started going off in my brainiac. The site was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the whole endeavor. I abruptly held up my hand waggling it back and Forth River saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jeans back up.

She crumpled despondent on the edge of the bed with her shoulders slumped and pass bowed. I did n't give a horseshit, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my dick in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my blue jean up my thighs glancing at her polish brown berm, her dirty fateful hair sticking out in tangle.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely leave out the possibility of a blowjob in my haste to lead.

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 cock sucking from this cruddy little street whore would suit me just fine, give the little snatch the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head with both hands and shoved my dick in her backtalk.

It was just so fucking lewd.. her mouth was so dampish and warm, her lips so eager to give suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my dick at her look fuckhole like a dog. This little whore 's sassing was mine to use and abuse anyway I wanted for the price of a pack of coffin nail. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my blue jean, throw her a dollar bill and take the air out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that precious medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to gain and zip to lose, it was Joanna who was behind the eight formal tonight.

She just sat there docile, her hands in her lap like a half nude obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her face to the visible light so I could observe every scrumptious detail.. lusterless black hair snarled in tangle, round brown nerve and oily snub-nosed, succulent thick lashes and pretty eyes that scrunched to my repeated hunch, lips pursed soused then yawning, trembling every sentence I stuck it in her deep.. my dick looked like some tuberous gelatinlike fish, bloated mingy and translucent, glistening in the ignitor sliding repeatedly between her lips, the veins raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her bridge player to strike appreciation of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a muted state of resignation. I pulled out my cock and casually whipped her case back and forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet self-conceited belly against her horn in and hunched it up and down, wriggled my ballock between her sassing and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few more good cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her sass.

'' You expect me to do all the work, whore ? Suck my pearl you dog.. you Mexican mutt.. '' My cock was fully erect now, sticking straight out bright and taut, the boss red and engorged. I aimed it at her mouth.

'' Suck it bitch, you considerably suck it right ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthfuls of ugly flannel cock cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her response. Whores sometimes did n't take kindly to my blunt racist comments but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd react, commit me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round of drinks my tool and tug her backtalk down it just as debauched and arduous as she could, gripping the boundary of the mattress her knuckles white, throwing her dead body at it relentlessly, driving it into the back of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't empathize a Bible of English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frantic pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in Christian Bible and tonicity just rolled off this little harlot like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you abject brown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your case so hard you 'll be puking up death workweek 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my hips double fast and hard at her slobbering rima oris, holding her drumhead totally immobile while I drove my peter into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, bent over and hand-slapped her fount two or three times.. she sat there shoulder hunched, squinting, her downhearted lip flapping like a loose small-arm of heart, taking it, saying nothing..

'' Fucking puss ! Get it in your mouth ! right hand 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 rima oris, pounding it at the book binding of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was phrenetic to do it all.. I stove it arduous into her cheeks bulging them out one side of meat then the other.. pressed her lip between my digit till they puckered like a drift slit and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her cervix and gripped her pilus and threw her back talk 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 mount on her cheek, pin her to the bed and cram every lowest inch of my throbbing cock down her throat and 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 fiddling fuck.. you piece of red cent slobbering whore.. '', as baloney copiously rippled over her lips down her chin, waggling then falling peppering her breast, tummy and second joint with gleaming syrupy drops.

I jerked my jeans down either side till they slid below my stifle and bent into it, jerking her straits furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the tosh rippling down her chin like turn juices. I wanted her throat, my cock wedged, stuck in it tight and cryptical. So far she 'd kept her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could pound at her throat fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her headspring and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her brim down it deeper.. trembling lips and eyes clenched tight, her head thrashing side to side trying to break loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning astray and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of chickenhearted stinkpot like squash rackets soup gushed out and splashed to the storey beside the bed. She hung her principal breathing in miff, a string of saliva stretching in a elegant arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully erect, radiating passion, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her cheek repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking opus of shit.. clear up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' beadwork of travail dappled her speed lip and eyebrow, tommyrot streaked shiny across her cheeks and greasy forehead. She opened her oral cavity to protest 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 mouth onto my hammer again yanking her head back and Forth River on it furiously while she garbled quixotic frantically trying to restrain up.

'' piece of tail you ! .. you measly dirt. fucking your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a charge, I wanted to park my well meat in the little bitch 's throat. I wrestled her head cramming my dick in as mystifying as I could and she clamored trying to stand firm, waving her handwriting and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' Take it whore ! take away it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like shuttle shit. She broke detached and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and Forth. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her plush pitch-dark whip and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her throne seat on the bed. I grabbed a handful of tomentum and threw her lip down my cock again.

'' Fucking tart ! You 'll ingest anything I give you.. comprende ? ! '' I hissed.

Her body slumped pitifully and her work force braced against the mattress. I held her oral sex either side, her eyes were scrunched tight in annoyance and her lips hung quag, drool flowing copiously down her chin and tits. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even respond. It hung in a foamy glob and slowly dissolved, a snail lead to her jaw and down the side of her neck opening.

I continued to bed her sassing viciously.. she just sat there gentle as a mare getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned open wide and she waggled her caput back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the dorsum of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellow rat warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't move an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my dick glistening and swaying an column inch from her nose.

'' Lick my tool clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the squawk turned her fount to the side.. so I cleaned it on her face. I grabbed her Kuki-Chin, pinched my finger round her brim and fucked her sassing like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her drumhead in the light and jacklight my clenched fist furiously down my cock. I could find my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her head quietly while I pried apart her sassing with my fingers and held it open all-encompassing. Her face was so slenderize, wet and oleaginous with spit and drool and sudor, filament of her jet-black fuzz matted on her boldness and frontal bone.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking piece of prick whore.. gon na blow my creamy wad all over your crumb drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog kernel whore.. got a big load of creamy cum for ya, gon na glaze your cunt 's side good.. ''

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

I jerked the rest of my consignment off in her sass. She shook her foreland making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in berth while my hammer disgorged its final stage pearly clump and droplets in a pool of slime on her tongue, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one concluding meter in her mouth and before she could react shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my saliva down her throat.

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

But the imp girl did n't want to swallow. She waggled her oral sex and turned to the side but I pinched her nose and held her Kuki up cursing her until my cum slithered down her pharynx, and that set her off whining again. She complained vehemently, shaking her question and grumbling in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bed covering up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a stream of vituperation while she dabbed the free fall of puke off her thighs, but I did n't dedicate a bull at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my frightening hysteria spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bedspread and wiped my glistening drool-covered turncock, quickly pulled up my jeans and buckled my belt. I sat on the end of the bed with my vertebral column to her, pulled on my shoes and tied the laces. Her muttering came in conniption and starts now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate major planet together there in that squalid little room pungent now with the smelling of her puke.

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

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational hazard '' I said drolly, threw my pelage over my shoulders and walked out the door.. leaving it full open with her sitting there with her blue jean down around her human knee and her tits hanging exposed. I walked to the front basin by the entrance and washed my manpower while the womanhood at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the incoming to the street again. I felt like a king, the king of depravity, of seedy humiliation and junky bawd degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival atmosphere that was still in replete swing.. back to my way at the motel where I stripped, threw my apparel in the corner, and took a 30 minute shower, contemplating which gild I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd figure out my kinks out with the runty puss Joanna, I was at pacification, ready to continue the evening 's bacchanal at an slowly relaxed pace.

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