tale From the Gutter

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The doorway was open and the fluorescent fixture light from the walk outside illuminated the motel room ghastly gabardine. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking tart 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 dead body so agitated it was doing a dense boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her endearing smile and splayed pegleg could possibly live up to me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore gist to plunder and cut up, a trough cunt who 'd take my cock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hole unresolved wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brownish meaty cunt into pancake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some H2O on my face.

'' You 're a foul hike tonight, that 's a fact.. '' I thought staring woefully in the mirror. I dressed quickly, smoked a R-2 and headed out the door.

The reality of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how festive it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding despicability always puts me on bound at initiatory. But this night my temper and the street 's were a perfect equal. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my branch jerking me spasmodically through the multitude on the pavement. The scent of depravity billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my thoughts blooming blackness. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on revenge. Just any old ass would n't do, I wanted to get it on some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in to the full Saturday dark swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the J. J. Hill, jockeying for billet with their headlight ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the corner motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up berm to shoulder against the building and on the curbs in short skirts and scoop-necked tops showing muckle of lush brown tit.. the medicine from the social club thumped and blared, the barkers were doing their fast-patter hustle as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalk and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered chaff lid and shiny boots, guerros in t-shirts and short pants, Nipponese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the cocotte on their way to their front-runner cabaret and stripe. A raucous street band was racing through a telephone number around the box, its drum pounding maniacally and its horns braying out of strain.

I wound my way through the gondola and made a beeline for the quoin of the alley where the nut hang out. Some junkie hurting for her MEd would give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the rampart it looked like a chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short calm 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 colorful lights it looked like a carnival fairway. The girls were lined up like pastries in memory board windows both slope of the street.. car crept slowly down its distance with shadowed males craning their necks left and right at the bounty of kick eye-candy on show. The music from the legal community was cacophonic, colliding and mixing with the outcry of the barkers and laugh of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting cashbox I could n't place upright it anymore.

'' Time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the meter I returned the bitch upstairs servicing client would be back on the nook waiting for another cock to take in and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mood was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the concourse crowding the crossing and headed up Constitution.

walk in the street beside the line of parked cars I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the buildings and the American Stock Exchange. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whores either slope like a river between its banks. Cars and cab crested the Hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the incline with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to harbour my eyes and saw a little iniquity figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked cars. I stopped shortsighted squinting, trying to constitute her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her cervix and waist.. her shameful hair's-breadth was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all direction like a dandelion after a stiff wind. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked dazed staring blankly at the trunk 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 daybook as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved slight because she was actually form of cute depending on where in her high she was. She was tiny, barely 5 infantry tall, dark-skinned and soft around the middle, and almost always a nasty mess.. it was rumored she was a major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main intellect I 'd never fucked her, even though her minuscule cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized screwing. She was a crack and chiva ( black-tar diacetylmorphine ) junky, and the street 's preeminent Ishmael whore.

She must get sensed me staring.. whores have this acute one-sixth sensation about possible customer. She looked up suddenly and those dull, fag 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 individual else. She glanced down at the trunk of the car in presence of her, pushed her ass off the hood behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

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

'' Bien.. donde ? '' She raised her hired hand 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 parentage of park cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a house frau in bathrobe and bedroom carpet slipper with me close behind. The whores on the pavement stared at us quizzically but I did n't gift a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this little half-pint hurrying to get a room before I changed my brain was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this bitches small brown torso splayed and au naturel, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing hammer.

She turned into an entree off the sidewalk, a unretentive walkway painted bright turquoise that opened onto a foresighted cement courtyard. Several cage with small birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd think the home had all the charm and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with early whore and knew it 's room were as sordid as any I 'd ever seen.. hair-raising rooms, membership as animal 's lair with the odor of base hollow sex between alien alienated from their humanity. I liked the place, it suited my modality tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the undetermined door at the battlefront and said something to the woman inside. A pocket-sized TV atop a filing cabinet in the corner was blaring a Spanish diverseness display. The char turned and scowled at us, held out her script and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. by peeling doors and darkened windowpane hung with trite sheet to room numeral 7, right adjacent to the outside washbasin and throne. She pushed the doorway open air and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as repelling as I remembered. A dipped mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained bed cover worn to holes was pushed against the bet on wall lengthwise.. a tidy sum of chairs leaning alongside a dusty desk.. next to the door a large windowpane with a light blue bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite word bulwark 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 emptiness of the place.

It 'd already been used by stacks of woman of the street that night.. the story was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of moist toilet paper.. wet globs spotted the storey round the mattress where the lady of pleasure had spit out their tosh and the cum of their customer. A wispy musky odor of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the opinion of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an fauna in the sallow glare of the bare ceiling medulla oblongata electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to enact my raw effluent fantasies in.

Joanna said nil, she had n't glanced at me once since that offset aspirer look on the street. Her impulse had stopped now that we were inside the way, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like almost sporting lady she was trying to desolate as much time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the table, walked back to the bed unbuckling her bash.

'' 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 delicate, protruding like a child's.. her titmouse hung heavy, round of golf as softballs, big fistful of gilded brown cunt core with thick, spongy nipples the people of colour of dark chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my tool through my denim. Joanna did n't go, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her breast and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a loose screw 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 shoe and started wriggling down my jeans watching her closely.

The inadequate little bitch was obviously at the track end of her high. She unzipped her bloomers and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panties, bent over and slowly worked them below her knees. blackamoor pubes bushed out in a matt tangle between her thighs. Stuck within the snarl was a folded pad of can report.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt sass and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the Inner Light. I cocked my headspring to see and shuddered.. a long yellow stain ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't know which, but toll 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 handwriting waggling it back and forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jeans back up.

She crumpled despondent on the border of the bed with her shoulders slumped and top dog bowed. I did n't pass on a prick, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my dick in that foul oozing bitch of hers. I worked my jeans up my thighs glancing at her fluent chocolate-brown shoulders, her dirty black fuzz sticking out in snarls.

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

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

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 blowjob from this cruddy short street whore would suit me just fine, give the little cunt the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a Book, clasped her head with both helping hand and shoved my dick in her oral cavity.

It was just so have sex lewd.. her mouth was so moist and warm, her lips so eager to suck in dick.. my prick was immediately electrified again. I gripped her read/write head and hunched my peter at her face fuckhole like a dog. This little cocotte 's mouth was mine to use and ill-use anyway I wanted for the cost of a large number of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and rip up my jean, throw her a dollar and walk 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 ball 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 out every luscious detail.. lackluster disgraceful hair snarled in snarl, round chocolate-brown cheeks and oily pug-nose, lush midst lashes and pretty center that scrunched to my repeated suspicion, mouth pursed cockeyed then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my cock looked like some tuberous gelatinlike Pisces, bloated tight and semitransparent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her lips, the veins raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her bridge player to take grip of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a placidity State Department of surrender. I pulled out my dick and casually whipped her face back and Forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her scent and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her rim and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few Thomas More commodity cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her mouth.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you dependable suck it effective ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouthpiece is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard white dick-meat.. guzzling down taste of wretched white pecker cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her response. Whores sometimes did n't guide 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 rung my dick and labour her mouth down it just as fast and difficult as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her metacarpophalangeal joint white-hot, throwing her body at it relentlessly, driving it into the back of her pharynx, 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 frenetic pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in Good Book and timber just rolled off this piddling whore like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you scummy brown mutt.. your lip is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your human face so hard you 'll be puking up conclusion hebdomad 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my rose hip double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her oral sex totally immobile while I drove my shaft into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, hang over and hand-slapped her facial expression two or three times.. she sat there shoulders hunched, squinting, her lower lip flapping like a loose bit of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. tool power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty tool into her affectionate drooling mouth, pounding it at the back of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was frenzied to do it all.. I stove it grueling into her cheeks bulging them out one side of meat then the other.. pressed her lips between my fingers till they puckered like a rolled pussy and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hairsbreadth and threw her mouthpiece down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her chin up and hunched-fucked her gaping oral cavity madly. I wanted to climb on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every last in of my throbbing cock down her pharynx and squat there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my mitt pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy little fuck.. you piece of shit slobbering whore.. '', as drool copiously rippled over her lips down her chin, waggling then falling peppering her tits, tummy and second joint with gleaming viscous drops.

I jerked my dungaree down either side till they slid below my articulatio genus and bent into it, jerking her straits furiously down my stopcock like a farmboy behind the b with an over-ripe mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like turn juice. I wanted her throat, my pecker wedged, stuck in it tight and thick. So far she 'd maintain her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could pound at her throat 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 lips and eyes clenched tight, her head teacher thrashing English to side trying to break loose..

Her sassing suddenly burst open air yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of yellow puke like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the story beside the bed. She hung her headspring breathing in huffs, 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 buttock repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking piece of shit.. open up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' astragal of sweat dappled her upper lip and brow, tosh streaked bright across her face and greasy forehead. She opened her mouthpiece to protest but I 'd induce 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 cock again yanking her head back and forth on it furiously while she garbled wild-eyed frantically trying to maintain up.

'' roll in the hay you ! .. you piteous shit. Fuck your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen kernel in the little bitch 's throat. I wrestled her head cramming my dick in as bass as I could and she clamored trying to dissent, waving her men and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' lease it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like skirt shit. 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 whiplash and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her stool keister on the bed. I grabbed a handful of haircloth and threw her mouth down my dick again.

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

Her trunk slumped pitifully and her work force braced against the mattress. I held her headway either incline, her eyes were scrunched tight in pain and her brim hung slack, bosh flowing copiously down her chin and tits. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even react. It hung in a frothy ball and slowly dissolved, a snail track to her jaw and down the slope of her neck.

I continued to fuck her mouth viciously.. she just sat there teachable as a mare getting her lip studded. It suddenly yawned loose all-encompassing and she waggled her capitulum back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the book binding of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellow puke warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't act an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my cock glistening and swaying an in from her nose.

'' slug my tool clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the kick turned her nerve to the side.. so I cleaned it on her cheek. I grabbed her chin, pinched my fingerbreadth round her lip and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her question in the visible light and jack up my fist furiously down my dick. I could experience 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 open astray. Her side was so slimed, wet and greasy with spit and slobber and effort, Strand of her jet hair matted on her nerve and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking while of shit whore.. gon na muff my creamy wad all over your puke drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big shipment of creamy cum for ya, gon na glass your cunt 's side 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 lash onto her forehead.

I jerked the rest of my load off in her mouth. She shook her head making stochasticity protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in lieu while my cock disgorged its last pearly ball and droplets in a pool of slime on her tongue, then smacked my tool in it. I bowed low and spit one cobbler's last time in her mouth and before she could react shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

'' Swallow it puta, immerse every drop you measly cocksucking shit.. ''

But the monkey miss did n't desire to swallow. She waggled her heading and turned to the English but I pinched her nose 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 chief and mutter in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her nerve with it. She kept up a stream of invective while she dabbed the drops of puke off her second joint, but I did n't collapse a shit at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my unspeakable rage spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bed cover and wiped my glistening drool-covered rooster, quickly pulled up my jeans and buckled my belt. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my brake shoe and tied the lace. Her grumble came in fit and starting signal now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on single out planets together there in that squalid piddling elbow room pungent now with the smell 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 rotter on the trading floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational chance '' I said drolly, threw my coat over my shoulder joint and walked out the door.. leaving it wide open with her sitting there with her jeans down around her knee and her titty hanging exposed. I walked to the front basin by the entryway and washed my work force while the woman 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 squalid humiliation and drug addict working girl degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at simpleness among the circus air that was still in full swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the recess, and took a 30 arcminute shower, contemplating which club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd lick my crick out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at serenity, ready to remain the evening 's debauchery at an soft relaxed footstep.

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