Tales From the Gutter

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was wickedness. The door was assailable and the fluorescent fixture light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel elbow room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? shag me.. '' The best-looking working girl would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be place or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't nark me much.. my psyche was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a slow furuncle, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious pussy with her lovely smile and slip stage could possibly meet me tonight.. tonight I wanted tatty whore substance to pillage and carve, a toilet gripe who 'd take my dick hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her maw open wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brown meaty cunt into pancake 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 festal it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding contemptibility always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my climate and the street 's were a perfect match. My nerve were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the pavement. The scent of corruption billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my thoughts all-fired 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 sleep with some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in wax Sat nighttime swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the J. J. Hill, jockeying for attitude with their headlamp ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the niche motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up articulatio humeri to shoulder against the buildings and on the curbs in short chick and scoop-necked big top showing lots of succulent brown tit.. the music from the clubs thumped and blared, the barkers were doing their fast-patter hustle as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalks and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered shuck hats and shiny boots, guerros in t-shirts and short circuit pants, Nipponese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whore on their way to their best-loved cabaret and parallel bars. A raucous street band was racing through a number around the corner, its tympan pounding maniacally and its trumpet 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 junky hurting for her meds would turn over me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the wall it looked like a refrain line.. thinly pinch-faced Jana was there.. speedwell with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, unforesightful quiet Alexa with the depressed heart. I 'd fucked respective and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the back street lit with so many colored lights it looked like a carnival fairway. The little girl were lined up like pastry in store window both slope of the street.. cable car crept slowly down its length with overshadow male person craning their necks left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on display. The music from the bars was cacophonic, colliding and mixing with the shouts of the doggie and laugh of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting money box I could n't stand it anymore.

'' meter for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the time I returned the beef upstairs servicing client would be back on the corner waiting for another cock to suck and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mood was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the jam crowding the intersection and headed up Constitution.

walking in the street beside the line of park motorcar I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the construction and the curb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whores either face like a river between its banks. machine 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 short night trope silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked auto. I stopped light squinting, trying to make her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her cervix and waist.. her lightlessness hair's-breadth was snarled, wisps and tangle stuck out in all focus like a blowball after a crocked wind. Her shoulder joint drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked dazed staring blankly at the proboscis 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 whore I referred to in my diary as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved rebuff because she was actually variety of cute depending on where in her senior high she was. She was tiny, barely 5 feet tall, dark-skinned and soft around the midriff, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a major mail carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the principal grounds I 'd never fucked her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized screw. She was a crack and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) nut, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. whore have this keen 6th sense about potential customer. She looked up suddenly and those boring, 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 proboscis 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.

'' Para treinta minutos ? '' She nodded her head.

'' Bien.. donde ? '' She raised her deal and pointed across the street, her eyes 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 auto without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a sign frau in bathrobe and bedroom slipper with me close behind. The tart on the pavement stared at us quizzically but I did n't grant a fuck.. my mind was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this fiddling runt hurrying to get a room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this gripe piffling brown consistence splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a unretentive walkway painted bright greenish blue that opened onto a long cementum courtyard. respective cages with small birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd consider the berth had all the spell and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other cocotte and knew it 's rooms were as flyblown as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish rooms, rank as brute 's dens with the smell of base holler sex between strangers alienated from their human race. I liked the plaza, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the undefended doorway at the nominal head and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the niche was blaring a Spanish variety show. The woman turned and scowled at us, held out her hand and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the shrimp Joanna scurried.. by peeling threshold and darkened windows hung with threadbare rag to way number 7, right next to the outside washbasin and toilette. She pushed the door open and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as loathsome as I remembered. A swaybacked mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained bed covering worn to kettle of fish was pushed against the back rampart lengthwise.. a stack of chairs leaning alongside a dust-covered desk.. next to the room access a large windowpane with a unaccented blue bed bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite wall an empty press 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 vanity of the place.

It 'd already been used by dozens of whores that night.. the floor was littered with used condoms and crumpled lots of moist toilet paper.. wet globs spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drool and the cum of their client. A faint musky aroma of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sallow limelight of the bare roof electric light electrified me. It was the pure gutter to enact my raw wastewater fantasies in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that first off hopeful feel on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the substantial work was just begun, and like most whores she was trying to waste as much clock 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 smash.

'' 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 sleeve. Her breadbasket was sonant, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, round as softball game, big smattering of opulent chocolate-brown kick meat with thick, spongy nipples the color of dark coffee. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my prick through my blue jean. Joanna did n't move, did n't even front at me as I toyed with her knocker and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a release 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 place and started wriggling down my jean watching her closely.

The poor little pussy was obviously at the bum end of her richly. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panties, bent over and slowly worked them below her knees. Negro pubis bushed out in a felt tangle between her thighs. Stuck within the snarl was a folded pad of privy paper.

She carefully peeled it off her slit lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my head word to see and shuddered.. a foresightful yellow smirch ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't be intimate which, but doorbell started going off in my brain. The situation 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 hired 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 shoulder joint slumped and top dog bowed. I did n't give a shit, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to pose my dick in that foul oozing pussy of hers. I worked my jeans up my thighs glancing at her smooth out browned shoulder, her grime total darkness hair sticking out in tangle.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely neglect the possibility of a blowjob in my haste to exit.

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 blowjob from this filthy minuscule street whore would suit me just ticket, hand the little slit the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head with both script and shoved my dick in her mouth.

It was just so fucking lewd.. her mouthpiece was so dampish and tender, her rim so eagre to suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my dick at her face fuckhole like a dog. This little whore 's mouth was mine to use and ill-treat anyway I wanted for the price of a pack of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my dungaree, throw her a dollar and take the air out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that treasured medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to gain and zilch to lose, it was Joanna who was behind the eight testicle tonight.

She just sat there docile, her hands in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her face to the light so I could watch every delicious detail.. lacklustre fateful hair snarled in snarl, round Brown cheeks and oily snub-nosed, alky thick thong and jolly heart that scrunched to my duplicate hunches, lips pursed tight then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my dick looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated tight and translucent, glistening in the luminosity sliding repeatedly between her lip, the venous blood vessel raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her hand to take hold 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 surrender. I pulled out my tool and casually whipped her aspect back and Forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her back talk and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few Sir Thomas More good cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her oral fissure.

'' You expect me to do all the work, whore ? suction my bone you dog.. you Mexican mutt.. '' My rooster was fully erect now, sticking straight out glistening and taut, the knob red and engorged. I aimed it at her mouth.

'' Suck it bitch, you better lactate it trade good ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican rima oris is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthfuls of slimy white hawkshaw 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 respond, impart me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my peter and push back her backtalk down it just as fast and hard as she could, gripping the sharpness of the mattress her knuckles white, throwing her organic structure at it relentlessly, driving it into the book binding of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't realise a Word of English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frantic rate, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in give-and-take and tone just rolled off this trivial whore like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable brown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your grimace so hard you 'll be puking up last week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my pelvic girdle twofold fast and hard at her slobbering rima oris, holding her head totally immobile while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, bent grass over and hand-slapped her face two or three times.. she sat there shoulder joint hunched, squinting, her lower lip flapping like a slack objet d'art of substance, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. cock world power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty tool into her warm up drooling mouth, pounding it at the back of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was phrenetic to do it all.. I stove it hard into her brass bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her back talk between my fingers till they puckered like a cast pussy and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hairsbreadth 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 mouth madly. I wanted to mount on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every cobbler's last inch of my throbbing prick down her throat and diddley 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 lilliputian fuck.. you piece of SOB slobbering whore.. '', as tarradiddle copiously rippled over her mouth down her mentum, waggling then falling peppering her tits, tummy and thighs with gleaming gummy drops.

I jerked my dungaree down either side till they slid below my knees and bent into it, jerking her head furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like fermented juice. I wanted her throat, my stopcock wedged, stuck in it pissed and rich. So far she 'd kept her throat clenched loaded and evaded it, I could British pound at her throat fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her foreland and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her sass down it deeper.. trembling lips and centre clenched tight, her head thrashing side to side trying to damp loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of yellow git like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the floor beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in huffs, a string of saliva stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my tool. It was fully vertical, radiating heat, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her cheek repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking objet d'art of shit.. overt up your dirty strumpet 's mouth.. '' Beads of sweat dappled her upper lip and forehead, drool streaked shiny across her boldness and oleaginous frontal bone. She opened her mouth to dissent but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spittle on her face, a frothing glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my dick again yanking her head back and forth on it furiously while she garbled wild-eyed frantically trying to keep up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you pathetic diddley. Fuck your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a missionary station, I wanted to park my swollen meat in the fiddling snatch 's pharynx. I wrestled her nous cramming my cock in as deep as I could and she clamored trying to resist, waving her work force and making garbling noises.. but she did n't extend to me, she did n't dare.

'' Take it whore ! require it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like bird jack. She broke free and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her oral sex back and forth. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her lush Shirley Temple Black thong and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her potty seat on the bed. I grabbed a handful of hair and threw her mouth down my prick again.

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

Her body slumped pitifully and her hands braced against the mattress. I held her head either side of meat, her middle were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung slack, drool flowing copiously down her chin and tits. I spit on her face and she did n't even react. It hung in a foamy chunk and slowly dissolved, a escargot trail to her jaw and down the face of her neck.

I continued to screw her mouth viciously.. she just sat there gentle as a maria getting her mouthpiece studded. It suddenly yawned open wide and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my essence wedged firmly against the dorsum of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of icteric crumb warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't locomote an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a Snake, my peter glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' salt lick my putz clean and jerk you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the cunt turned her look to the side.. so I cleaned it on her brass. I grabbed her chin, pinched my fingers round her lips and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her capitulum in the light and jacked my fist furiously down my cock. I could finger my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her head quietly while I pried apart her rim with my finger's breadth and held it open wide. Her face was so slimy, wet and sebaceous with expectoration and drool and perspiration, strands of her coal-black hair matted on her cheek and brow.

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

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

I jerked the rest of my load off in her mouth. She shook her head making randomness protesting but I had my pollex locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my rooster disgorged its final pearly-white lump and droplets in a pool of ooze on her glossa, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one finish time in her rima oris and before she could react shoved my pecker in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

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

But the potter girl did n't want to swallow. She waggled her head 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 straits and muttering in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her fount with it. She kept up a flow of invectives while she dabbed the drops of skunk off her thighs, but I did n't impart a damn at that point.. I was finished with the puss, my dreadful violence spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bedcover and wiped my glistening drool-covered shaft, quickly pulled up my blue jean and buckled my whack. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my shoes and tied the laces. Her muttering came in scene and starts now, finally all was still as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate planets together there in that squalid slight room pungent now with the olfactory perception of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar account. She looked at it then up at me distressed, started jabbering excitedly, pointing to the vomitus 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 all-embracing opened with her sitting there with her dungaree down around her human knee and her tits hanging exposed. I walked to the front river basin by the entranceway and washed my custody while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a B. B. King, the male monarch of depravity, of sleazy mortification and junky whore degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival atm that was still in full swing.. back to my elbow room at the motel where I stripped, threw my apparel in the box, and took a 30 minute exhibitor, contemplating which club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my kinks out with the runty bitch Joanna, I was at peace, quick to persist in the evening 's debauchery at an easy slack up pace.

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