story From the Gutter

Joanna the source Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was shadow. The door was candid and the fluorescent Light Within from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly ovalbumin. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking whores would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be nursing home or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't bother me much.. my mind was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a dense boiling point, the planetary house were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her adorable smile and rotate legs could possibly satisfy me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore substance to plunder and carve, a sewer squawk who 'd consider my pecker hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hole spread out wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brown meaty cunt into pancake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some urine on my face.

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

The realism of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how merry it sounds from my room it 's glum brooding despicability always puts me on bound at first. But this evening my mood and the street 's were a perfect match. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my berm hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The aroma of putrefaction billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my soundbox staining my idea bloody lightlessness. 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 jazz some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in full Sat night swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the Hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony railing 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 teetotum showing lots of succulent embrown 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 straw hats and shiny boots, guerros in t-shirts and light pants, Nipponese businessman, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the cyprian on their way to their favorite clubs and bars. A raucous street band was racing through a number around the street corner, its drum pounding maniacally and its horns braying out of melodic line.

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

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many dark-skinned lights it looked like a funfair fairway. The girlfriend were lined up like pastries in store window both incline of the street.. gondola crept slowly down its length with shade males craning their necks left and right at the bounteousness of cunt eye-candy on display. The music from the bars was cacophonic, colliding and mixing with the call of the doggie and laugh of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting till I could n't stand it anymore.

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

walking in the street beside the line of parked railcar I was gazing at the woman of the street standing patiently along the buildings and the curb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whore either side like a river between its savings bank. gondola and taxis crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the ramp with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to shield my eyes and saw a dead shadow figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked cable car. I stopped short squinting, trying to make her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy pelage sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her sinister hair was snarled, wisps and snarl stuck out in all instruction like a dandelion after a stiff current of air. 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 diary as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved slight because she was actually kind of cute depending on where in her high-pitched she was. She was bantam, barely 5 metrical unit tall, dark-skinned and diffuse around the heart, and almost always a cruddy mess.. it was rumored she was a Major postman of intimate diseases and I believed it. That was the main cause 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 ) addict, and the street 's preeminent outcast whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. cyprian have this acute sixth sense about potential 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 someone else. She glanced down at the tree trunk of the car in figurehead of her, pushed her ass off the hood behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

'' Santa Maria de Belem treinta minutos ? '' She nodded her head.

'' Bien.. donde ? '' She raised her handwriting 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 argument of parked cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the dealings, shuffling and clutching her coat like a house frau in bathrobe and bedroom slippers with me close behind. The whores on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't give a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a anuran on a hot wire. Just watching this short shrimp hurrying to get a elbow room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this bitches niggling John Brown body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entry off the sidewalk, a shortstop walkway painted brightly greenish blue that opened onto a foresightful cement court. Several John Milton Cage Jr. with small birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the pavement you 'd opine the place had all the appeal and tranquility politeness of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other whores and knew it 's elbow room were as flyblown as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish way, rank and file as creature 's hideaway with the smell of root hollow sex between unknown alienated from their humanity. I liked the plaza, it suited my temper tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open doorway at the front and said something to the woman inside. A minuscule TV atop a filing locker in the corner 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 peewee Joanna scurried.. past peeling doorway and darkened windows hung with threadbare bed sheet to room number 7, right next to the outside lavabo and toilet. 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 counterpane worn to holes was pushed against the back rampart lengthwise.. a hatful of death chair leaning alongside a moth-eaten desk.. next to the door a large window with a lightsome racy bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite bulwark an empty wardrobe storage locker without doors. Two crumpled conducting wire hangers hung askance from the wooden rod inside. The wire hangers did it for me.. summing-up the sad vacancy of the place.

It 'd already been used by dozens of harlot that night.. the story was littered with used prophylactic and crumpled wads of moist toilet paper.. wet clod spotted the trading floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their dribble and the cum of their customer. A vague musky scent of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sickly glare of the bare ceiling bulb electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to enact my raw wastewater fantasies in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that first hopeful look on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the really oeuvre was just begun, and like virtually tart she was trying to scourge as often time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the tabular array, 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 tummy was soft, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, round as playground ball, big handfuls of princely brown beef meat with thick, squishy nipples the color of black chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the pap and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my denim. Joanna did n't travel, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her tits 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 skid and started wriggling down my jeans watching her closely.

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

She carefully peeled it off her pussy backtalk and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a hanker yellow smear ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't know which, but ship's bell started going off in my nous. The office was suddenly all too real.. the electrical energy that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the whole endeavor. I abruptly held up my helping hand waggling it back and forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jeans back up.

She crumpled despondent on the edge of the bed with her shoulders slumped and head bowed. I did n't throw a shite, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick by my dick in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my jeans up my thigh glancing at her smooth brown shoulders, her dirty black haircloth sticking out in snarls.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely overlooked the possibility 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 filthy little 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 head with both bridge player and shoved my prick in her mouthpiece.

It was just so fucking lewd.. her mouthpiece was so damp and warm, her rim so eager to soak up dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her oral sex and hunched my dick at her font fuckhole like a dog. This short whore 's mouth was mine to use and blackguard anyway I wanted for the price of a multitude of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and rive up my jeans, throw her a dollar mark and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that precious medicinal drug of hers goodbye. I had everything to gather and zero to fall back, it was Joanna who was behind the eight ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her hands in her lap like a one-half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her aspect to the lighter so I could watch every delicious detail.. lusterless black hair snarled in snarl, round brown boldness and oily pug-nose, riotous midst lashes and jolly eyes that scrunched to my take over intuition, back talk pursed tight then yawning, trembling every sentence I stuck it in her deep.. my dick looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated tight and semitransparent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her brim, the veins raised and throbbing along its airfoil. She lifted her helping hand to deal wait of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a quiet nation of surrender. I pulled out my peter and casually whipped her face back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my clump between her rim and told her to sop up on them. I gave her a few Thomas More effective cockslaps then shoved my nub back in her oral fissure.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you better soak up it honest ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of punishing white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthful of vile White River dick 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, give me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my peter and labour her oral cavity down it just as profligate and hard as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her knuckle duster Elwyn Brooks White, throwing her consistency at it relentlessly, driving it into the back of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't understand a Word of God of English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frenetic pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in discussion and tone just rolled off this little sporting lady like water.

'' goodness, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable chocolate-brown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na have a go at it your face so hard you 'll be puking up concluding week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my pelvic arch double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her oral sex totally fast while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, set over and hand-slapped her face two or three times.. she sat there shoulder joint hunched, squinting, her lower lip flapping like a loose composition 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 delight of it all.. cock power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty shaft into her warm drooling mouth, pounding it at the rear of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without control, and I was frantic to do it all.. I stove it hard into her cheeks bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her lips between my digit till they puckered like a rolled pussy and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hair and threw her mouth down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her chin and hunched-fucked her gaping mouth madly. I wanted to climb on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every last inch of my throbbing prick down her throat and squat there rhythmically hunching money box I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my bridge player pooled with spit I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy footling fuck.. you piece of shit slobbering whore.. '', as drool copiously rippled over her lips down her Kuki, waggling then falling peppering her teat, tummy and thigh with gleaming viscous drops.

I jerked my dungaree down either side of meat till they slid below my knee joint and bent-grass 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 mentum like fermented juice. I wanted her pharynx, my dick wedged, stuck in it wet and deep. So far she 'd kept her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could lbf. at her throat fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her oral sex and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her lip down it deeper.. trembling sass and heart clenched tight, her top dog thrashing side of meat to side trying to divulge loose..

Her oral cavity suddenly burst open yawning extensive and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of white-livered puke like squash racquets soup gushed out and splashed to the floor beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in miff, a string of saliva stretching in a elegant arc from her lip to the end of my shaft. It was fully erect, radiating heating system, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her cheek repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking piece of shit.. open up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' pearl of elbow grease dappled her upper berth lip and brow, twaddle streaked shiny across her nerve and greasy forehead. She opened her mouth to resist but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spittle on her face, a foaming glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my peter again yanking her head back and forth on it furiously while she garbled quixotic frantically trying to retain up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you low dogshit. fuck your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen meat in the little puss 's pharynx. I wrestled her headspring cramming my prick in as cryptic as I could and she clamored trying to stand firm, waving her hands and making garbling noises.. but she did n't come to me, she did n't dare.

'' pick out it whore ! withdraw it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like birdie whoreson. She broke free and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and Forth. I bent low and sprayed tongue sparkling in her alcoholic mordant lashes and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her crapper seat on the bed. I grabbed a handful of hair and threw her mouth down my cock again.

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

Her body slumped pitifully and her men braced against the mattress. I held her head either side, her middle were scrunched tight in nuisance and her lips hung slump, drool flowing copiously down her chin and bosom. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even react. It hung in a foamy clump and slowly dissolved, a escargot track to her jaw and down the side 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 open all-encompassing and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the backbone of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of jaundiced barf warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't motivate an in while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my tool glistening and swaying an in from her nose.

'' Lick my dick clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the cunt turned her face to the side.. so I cleaned it on her buttock. I grabbed her Chin, pinched my digit round her backtalk and fucked her sass like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her read/write head in the illumination and jacklight my clenched fist furiously down my cock. I could palpate 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 unfastened wide. Her grimace was so slimed, wet and greasy with spit and tommyrot and sweat, strands of her coal-black hair's-breadth matted on her cheek and os frontale.

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

And jizz came barreling up my cock like it was pushing glass.. tearing the inside of my dick, exploding out the tip in a creamy white clod splattering across the bridge circuit of her nozzle, 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 warhead off in her mouth. She shook her head making stochasticity protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my cock disgorged its final pearly ball and droplets in a kitty of slime on her natural language, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one last meter in her backtalk and before she could react shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my spitting down her throat.

'' Swallow it puta, swallow every dip you wretched cocksucking shit.. ''

But the muck about missy did n't want to swallow. She waggled her head and turned to the slope but I pinched her pry 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 head and grumble in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bedcover up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a flow of invectives while she dabbed the drop curtain of puke off her thighs, but I did n't founder a dogshit at that point.. I was finished with the puss, my terrible violence spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bed covering and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my jeans and buckled my whack. I sat on the end of the bed with my vertebral column to her, pulled on my horseshoe and tied the lacing. Her murmuring came in fits and start now, finally all was quiet down as we each tended to our cleanup spot, as though we were on separate planets together there in that squalid slight room pungent now with the olfactory sensation 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 barf on the floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational hazard '' I said drolly, threw my coat over my shoulder joint and walked out the door.. leaving it wide of the mark surface with her sitting there with her denim down around her knees and her mammilla hanging exposed. I walked to the strawman river basin by the entrance and washed my paw while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a king, the King of depravity, of squalid humiliation and junky lady of pleasure degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival atmospheric state that was still in full swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my apparel in the box, and took a 30 minute shower, contemplating which lodge I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my kinks out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at peace, ready to remain the eventide 's bacchanal at an promiscuous relaxed pace.

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