Tales From the sewer

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The door was open and the fluorescent fixture light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel way ghastly White River. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? ass me.. '' The best-looking whores would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be base or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't nettle me much.. my judgement was festering and my consistency so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the preindication were clear.. no fetching, vibrant cunt with her lovely smiling and rotate legs could possibly satisfy me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore meat to plunder and chip at, a gutter bitch who 'd accept my cock hammered down her gagging pharynx gladly.. spread her hole open wide of the mark, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brown meaty puss into pancake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water on my face.

'' You 're a smelly swinger 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 realness of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no thing how festive it sounds from my room it 's moody brooding baseness always puts me on border at first of all. But this night my mood and the street 's were a everlasting mates. My heart were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my articulatio humeri hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The olfactory property of depravity billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my thought process damn black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on retaliation. Just any old screwing would n't do, I wanted to fuck some lowly whore into cringing pleading compliance.

The Roja was in full 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 track of the corner motel watching the fuss down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the buildings and on the curbs in short skirts and scoop-necked summit showing lots of succulent brownish tit.. the euphony from the golf-club thumped and blared, the bow-wow were doing their fast-patter bunko game as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalk and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered husk lid and glossy boots, guerros in t-shirts and suddenly pants, Nipponese business community, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whores on their way to their favorite order and parallel bars. A rowdy street lot was racing through a bit around the recession, its brake drum pounding maniacally and its saddle horn 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 give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the wall it looked like a chorus line.. thin out pinch-faced Jana was there.. veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short serenity Alexa with the downcast centre. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many colored lights it looked like a circus fairway. The fille were lined up like pastries in computer memory windows both incline of the street.. cars crept slowly down its distance with shadowed male craning their cervix left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on exhibit. The music from the barroom 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 public treasury I could n't stand up it anymore.

'' prison term for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the clip I returned the cunt upstairs servicing client would be back on the corner waiting for another pecker to suck and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My humor was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the throng crowding the product 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 curb. The pavement were crowded with men.. they flowed between the cyprian either side of meat 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 headlight gleaming.. I raised my arm to screen my eye and saw a short darkness figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked cars. I stopped unretentive squinting, trying to reach her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her cervix and waist.. her fatal whisker was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all commission like a dandelion after a stiff malarkey. Her shoulder drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked daze staring blankly at the automobile 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 journals as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved rebuff because she was actually kind of cute depending on where in her high she was. She was tiny, barely 5 feet tall, dark-skinned and gentle around the middle, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a major aircraft carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main reason I 'd never fucked 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 heroin ) drug addict, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must possess sensed me staring.. working girl have this acute sixth gumption about possible customers. 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 bole of the car in figurehead of her, pushed her ass off the toughie 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 bridge player 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 cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the dealings, shuffling and clutching her coating like a menage frau in bathrobe and bedroom slippers with me closely behind. The tart on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't give a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this little runt hurrying to get a way before I changed my intellect was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this bitches short brown body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing tool.

She turned into an entranceway off the sidewalk, a short walkway painted promising turquoise that opened onto a foresighted cement courtyard. various cages with small razz were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd cerebrate the billet had all the spell and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other woman of the street and knew it 's rooms were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish way, rank as animal 's dens with the smelling of base hollow sex between strangers alienated from their human beings. I liked the place, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open door at the front and said something to the charwoman inside. A modest TV atop a filing storage locker in the box was blaring a Spanish people sort show. The woman turned and scowled at us, held out her hand and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the peewee Joanna scurried.. past times peeling doors and darkened windowpane hung with threadbare sheets to room number 7, right succeeding to the out-of-door washbasin and toilet. She pushed the door candid 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 bedspread worn to jam was pushed against the back up rampart lengthwise.. a mickle of hot seat leaning alongside a dust-covered desk.. next to the door a large window with a light blue bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite rampart an empty press console without doorway. Two bended conducting 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 gobs of whores that night.. the floor was littered with used condom and crumpled wads of moist toilet paper.. wet glob spotted the floor round the mattress where the working girl had spit out their bosh and the cum of their customer. A wispy musky odor of tense, expended stew and cum permeated the place.. the idea of stripping this cunt naked and fucking her like an brute in the sallow public eye of the bare ceiling electric-light bulb electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to act out my raw outflowing fantasies in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that first wannabee look on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the elbow room, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like to the highest degree sporting lady she was trying to devastate as much prison term in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the mesa, walked back to the bed unbuckling her belted ammunition.

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

She pulled it over her headspring and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the sleeve. Her tummy was soft, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, round as softballs, big handfuls of sumptuous brownness bitch essence with thick, spongy nipples the color of dark chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the mamilla and waggled it while I squeezed my putz through my blue jean. Joanna did n't go, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her pap 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 smacking before laying back on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and started wriggling down my jeans watching her closely.

The poor little slit was obviously at the tail end of her richly. She unzipped her knickers and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panties, bent over and slowly worked them below her knees. Black pubes bushed out in a matted tangle between her second joint. Stuck within the maze was a folded pad of lav paper.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt rim and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my oral sex to see and shuddered.. a long scandalmongering stigma ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't have a go at it which, but bells started going off in my wit. The office was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the whole effort. I abruptly held up my bridge player waggling it back and Forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jean back up.

She crumpled despondent on the edge of the bed with her shoulders slumped and head bowed. I did n't give a shucks, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to lodge my prick in that foul oozing bitch of hers. I worked my blue jean up my thighs glancing at her quiet Brown University articulatio humeri, her dirty black hair sticking out in tangle.

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

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

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 blowjob from this cruddy niggling street whore would suit me just fine, give the little cunt the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a Word, clasped her principal with both handwriting and shoved my peter in her mouth.

It was just so fucking lewd.. her mouth was so moist and quick, her backtalk so aegir to suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my dick at her nerve fuckhole like a dog. This little whore 's mouthpiece was mine to use and abuse anyway I wanted for the damage 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 and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that valued medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to make and zilch to turn a loss, it was Joanna who was behind the eight ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her hired hand in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her face to the visible light so I could look out every delectable detail.. lusterless inkiness hair snarled in maze, round brown cheek and oily pug-nose, lush midst lashes and passably eyes that scrunched to my repeated intuition, lip pursed tight then yawning, trembling every metre I stuck it in her deep.. my shaft looked like some tuberous gelatinlike fish, bloated squiffy and translucent, glistening in the visible light sliding repeatedly between her mouth, the veins raised and throbbing along its control surface. She lifted her manus to take handle of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a calm down province of giving up. I pulled out my cock and casually whipped her aspect back and Forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swell belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my clump between her lips and told her to fellate on them. I gave her a few more than undecomposed cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her mouthpiece.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you intimately suck up it honest ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouthpiece is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard gabardine dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthful of despicable white dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her reply. 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, generate me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my cock and drove her mouth down it just as fast and hard as she could, gripping the sharpness of the mattress her brass knucks White person, throwing her eubstance at it relentlessly, driving it into the vertebral column of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't interpret a word of English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frenetic stride, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in Scripture and tone just rolled off this piddling lady of pleasure like water.

'' trade good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable brown mutt.. your sassing is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your face so hard you 'll be puking up live calendar week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my hips twofold fast and hard at her slobbering oral fissure, holding her caput totally immobile while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, bent over and hand-slapped her face two or three times.. she sat there shoulders hunched, squinting, her low-down lip flapping like a release piece of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. prick power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty creature into her warm drooling backtalk, pounding it at the back of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without chasteness, and I was frenetic to do it all.. I stove it toilsome into her face bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her lips between my finger till they puckered like a drift slit and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her pilus and threw her mouth down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her Kuki and hunched-fucked her gaping mouth madly. I wanted to climb on her look, pin her to the bed and cram every shoemaker's last inch of my throbbing dick down her throat and squat there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my helping hand pooled with spit 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 thighs with gleaming viscous 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 ferment juice. I wanted her throat, my pecker wedged, stuck in it wet and thick. So far she 'd celebrate 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 word and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her lips down it deeper.. trembling lips and eyes clenched tight, her head word thrashing side to side trying to break loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning wide of the mark and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of xanthous crumb like squash vine soup gushed out and splashed to the base beside the bed. She hung her read/write head breathing in miff, a strand of spittle stretching in a elegant arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully erect, radiating heat, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her cheek repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking bit of shit.. open up your dirty trollop 's mouth.. '' beading of sweat dappled her speed lip and forehead, drool streaked glazed across her cheeks and greasy brow. She opened her mouth to protest but I 'd stimulate none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her boldness, a foamy glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her rima oris onto my cock again yanking her read/write head back and Forth River on it furiously while she garbled quixotic frantically trying to keep up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you pathetic shit. screw your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen meat in the little twat 's pharynx. I wrestled her fountainhead cramming my dick in as deep as I could and she clamored trying to resist, waving her hands and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' Take it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like bird 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 lightlessness lashes and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her throne fanny on the bed. I grabbed a handful of hair and threw her rima oris down my stopcock again.

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

Her physical structure slumped pitifully and her hands braced against the mattress. I held her head either side, her oculus were scrunched tight in pain and her rim hung slack, drool flowing copiously down her mentum and tits. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even oppose. It hung in a bubbling lump and slowly dissolved, a snail lead to her jaw and down the incline of her neck.

I continued to fuck her sass viciously.. she just sat there docile as a mare getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned unfastened wide and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the backrest of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of sensationalistic stinker warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't go an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my cock glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' punch my hawkshaw clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the bitch turned her face to the side.. so I cleaned it on her cheek. I grabbed her chin, pinched my finger round her lips and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

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

She knew what was coming. She held back her point quietly while I pried apart her lips with my finger's breadth and held it open wide-eyed. Her expression was so slim down, wet and sebaceous with spit and drool and sweat, string of her coal-black hair matted on her cheek and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking bit of diddlyshit whore.. gon na blow my creamy wad all over your so-and-so drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big payload 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 interior of my dick, exploding out the tip in a creamy Edward White glob splattering across the bridge deck of her nozzle, trailing on her cheek.. then another, pumping out in an elongate dollop streaking in her eyelashes onto her forehead.

I jerked the residuum of my burden off in her lip. She shook her brain making randomness protesting but I had my quarter round locked over her teeth.. I held her in home while my stopcock disgorged its last chopper globs and droplets in a pond of goo on her tongue, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one shoemaker's last time in her oral cavity and before she could react shoved my peter in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

'' Swallow it puta, accept every drop you miserable cocksucking shit.. ''

But the tamper girl did n't need to take back. She waggled her head and turned to the side but I pinched her nozzle 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 oral sex and muttering in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her grimace with it. She kept up a stream of invective while she dabbed the drops of puke off her thighs, but I did n't give a crap at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my dreaded fury spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bedspread and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my jeans and buckled my belt ammunition. 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 convulsion and starts now, finally all was quietly as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate planets together there in that squalid picayune 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 puke on the base.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational luck '' I said drolly, threw my coating over my shoulder joint and walked out the door.. leaving it full unfastened with her sitting there with her jeans down around her genu and her boob hanging exposed. I walked to the battlefront basin by the entrance and washed my hands while the adult female at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a magnate, the king of depravity, of squalid humiliation and junky cyprian degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the funfair ambience that was still in full swing.. back to my way at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the corner, and took a 30 minute shower, contemplating which nightclub I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my kinks out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at peace, gear up to go forward the evening 's debauchery at an sluttish relaxed step.

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