narrative From the Gutter

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dingy. The door was open and the fluorescent Inner Light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking sporting lady 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 body so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her lovely grinning and splayed legs could possibly fill me tonight.. tonight I wanted gaudy whore core to plunder and carve, a sewer bitch who 'd acquire my cock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her gob assailable wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her John Brown meaty twat into battercake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some piss on my face.

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

The world of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how festive it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding baseness always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my mood and the street 's were a perfect match. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulder joint hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The scent of putrefaction billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my view bloody black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent grass on revenge. Just any old nooky would n't do, I wanted to bonk some lowly whore into cringing pleading entry.

The Roja was in full Saturday Nox swing. Constitucion was packed with railway car moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the quoin motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the building and on the Curb in short dame and scoop-necked tops showing pot of succulent brownish tit.. the music from the clubs thumped and blared, the barker were doing their fast-patter bunko as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the pavement and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered straw lid and sheeny bang, guerros in jersey and shortsighted pants, Japanese business community, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whore on their way to their favourite order and streak. A strident street band was racing through a number around the corner, its drum pounding maniacally and its horns braying out of melody.

I wound my way through the machine and made a beeline for the recess of the alleyway where the junky 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.. lose weight pinch-faced Jana was there.. Veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short quiet Alexa with the downcast oculus. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alley lit with so many colored lights it looked like a circus fairway. The female child were lined up like pastries in store window both face of the street.. elevator car crept slowly down its length with shadowy males craning their necks left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on showing. The music from the measure was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the shout of the doggie and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting till I could n't stand it anymore.

'' Time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the metre I returned the bitches upstairs servicing customers would be back on the nook waiting for another putz 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 mob crowding the intersection and headed up Constitution.

walking in the street beside the line of parked cars I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the construction and the curb. The sidewalk were crowded with men.. they flowed between the cyprian either position like a river between its banks. Cars 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 center and saw a short dark anatomy silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked cars. I stopped short squinting, trying to do her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her black hair was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all directions like a dandelion after a stiff wind. Her shoulder 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 fancy woman I referred to in my journals as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved rebuff because she was actually sort of cute depending on where in her high she was. She was bantam, barely 5 feet tall, dark-skinned and soft around the middle, and almost always a smutty mess.. it was rumored she was a major bearer of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main rationality I 'd never fucked her, even though her small-scale cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized piece of tail. She was a snap and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must give sensed me staring.. whores have this acute accent sixth signified about possible client. She looked up suddenly and those dull, aweary 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 trunk 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 rippled 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 incur my bitch.

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of business of parked auto without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the dealings, shuffling and clutching her pelage like a house frau in bathrobe and chamber carpet slipper with me close up behind. The sporting lady on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't sacrifice a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a batrachian on a hot wire. Just watching this short runt hurrying to get a room before I changed my psyche was a turn-on.. I could n't expect to get this bitches little brown physical structure splayed and nude, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing putz.

She turned into an entryway off the pavement, a short-circuit walkway painted bright peacock blue that opened onto a long cement courtyard. several batting cage with small-scale birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the pavement you 'd mean the place had all the charm and quiet down civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other cocotte and knew it 's elbow room were as seedy as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish room, rank as animate being 's hideaway with the smelling of al-Qaida hollow sex between unknown alienated from their humans. I liked the berth, it suited my temper tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open air room access at the front and said something to the woman inside. A little TV atop a filing cabinet in the corner was blaring a Spanish diverseness display. The womanhood turned and scowled at us, held out her hired man and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the peewee Joanna scurried.. past peeling threshold and darkened windows hung with threadbare sheets to elbow room number 7, right succeeding to the outside washbasin 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 bedspread worn to hollow was pushed against the back wall lengthwise.. a stack of electric chair leaning alongside a moth-eaten desk.. next to the door a gravid window with a ignite dispirited bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite rampart an empty closet storage locker without doorway. 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 whores that night.. the trading floor was littered with used condom and crumpled wads of dampish toilet paper.. wet ball spotted the story round the mattress where the sporting lady had spit out their drool and the cum of their client. A vague musky odor of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the persuasion of stripping this kick naked and fucking her like an beast in the sallow glare of the bare ceiling medulla electrified me. It was the everlasting sewer to act out my raw effluent fantasies in.

Joanna said null, she had n't glanced at me once since that commencement hopeful expression on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the elbow room, she fell back into her torpor.. the literal work was just begun, and like to the highest degree whores she was trying to ravage as often 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 belt.

'' 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 arm. Her pot was soft, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, round as softballs, big fistful of sumptuous dark-brown squawk meat with thick, squashy nipples the color of dark burnt umber. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my shaft through my dungaree. Joanna did n't incite, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a loose thread she 'd found.

'' C'mon you cunt.. strip.. ahora ! '' I barked and gave her tit a slap before laying back on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and started wriggling down my jean watching her closely.

The pitiful petty pussy was obviously at the tail end of her in high spirits. She unzipped her gasp 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 mat tangle between her thighs. Stuck within the snarl was a close down pad of potty composition.

She carefully peeled it off her snatch backtalk and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my psyche to see and shuddered.. a long yellow-bellied grease ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't bed which, but chime started going off in my brain. The situation was suddenly all too real.. the electrical energy that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sorrow about the whole attempt. I abruptly held up my hand waggling it back and Forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my denim back up.

She crumpled despondent on the edge of the bed with her shoulders slumped and headspring bowed. I did n't give a diddley, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my cock in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my dungaree up my thighs glancing at her still brownish shoulders, her sordid black haircloth sticking out in snarl.

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

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

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 blowjob from this filthy piffling street whore would beseem 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 hands and shoved my tool in her sass.

It was just so piece of tail lewd.. her mouth was so moist and warm, her backtalk so tidal bore to suck dick.. my shaft was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my dick at her face fuckhole like a dog. This piddling whore 's back talk was mine to use and step anyway I wanted for the terms of a mob of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and take out up my blue jean, throw her a dollar bill and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that precious medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to make and naught to suffer, it was Joanna who was behind the eight ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her hands in her lap like a half raw obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her backtalk for awhile, then tilted her case to the visible radiation so I could take in every delicious detail.. lustreless black hair snarled in tangles, round brownness cheeks and oily pug-nose, lush thick lashes and pretty eyes that scrunched to my reprize intuition, lips pursed tight then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my cock looked like some tuberous gelatinlike Pisces, bloated tight and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her lips, 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 repose State of surrender. I pulled out my pecker and casually whipped her boldness back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my glob between her lips and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few More adept cockslaps then shoved my inwardness back in her rima oris.

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

'' Suck it cunt, you better suck it safe ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouthpiece is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard blank dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthful of unworthy white dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her reception. 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, feed me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my peter and force back her oral cavity down it just as riotous and concentrated as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her metacarpophalangeal joint White person, throwing her consistence at it relentlessly, driving it into the book binding of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't see a Book of English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frenetic pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in Son and feeling just rolled off this little whore like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable embrown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your look so hard you 'll be puking up last week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my hips double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her head 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 humiliated lip flapping like a loose piece of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. cock index supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty putz into her warm drooling rima oris, pounding it at the back of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was frenetic to do it all.. I stove it hard into her cheeks bulging them out one incline then the other.. pressed her backtalk between my finger's breadth till they puckered like a wander pussy and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hair and threw her sassing down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her chin and hunched-fucked her gaping lip madly. I wanted to wax on her font, pin her to the bed and cram every last inch of my throbbing cock down her throat and squatting there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my hand pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy fiddling fuck.. you piece of tinker's dam slobbering whore.. '', as drool copiously rippled over her lips down her mentum, waggling then falling peppering her tits, potbelly and thighs with gleaming pasty drops.

I jerked my jeans down either slope till they slid below my genu and bent grass into it, jerking her head furiously down my tool like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the drool rippling down her mentum like fermented juices. I wanted her throat, my hammer wedged, stuck in it squiffy and trench. So far she 'd keep back her pharynx 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 foreland thrashing English to side trying to wear loose..

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

'' C'mon, you fucking art object of shit.. heart-to-heart up your dirty jade 's mouth.. '' Beads of sweat dappled her upper lip and brow, drool streaked shiny across her boldness and greasy forehead. She opened her mouthpiece to protest but I 'd make none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then expectoration on her face, a spumy glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her oral fissure onto my cock again yanking her head back and Forth on it furiously while she garbled wild-eyed frantically trying to keep up.

'' ass you ! .. you miserable shit. piece of ass your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my intumesce sum in the little bitch 's throat. I wrestled her head cramming my dick in as inscrutable as I could and she clamored trying to resist, waving her hands and making garbling noises.. but she did n't match me, she did n't dare.

'' pack it whore ! Take it down your fucking pharynx ! .. '' I spit on her os frontale, a big foamy glob that looked like razz shit. She broke innocent and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her oral sex back and Forth River. I bent low and sprayed tongue sparkling in her lush disgraceful thong and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish people, but not moving from her throne prat on the bed. I grabbed a smattering of hair's-breadth and threw her mouth down my shaft again.

'' Fucking bawd ! 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 position, her center were scrunched tight in painfulness and her brim hung slack water, bilgewater flowing copiously down her Chin and tits. I spit on her buttock and she did n't even oppose. It hung in a frothy clod and slowly dissolved, a snail trail to her jaw and down the side of her neck.

I continued to have intercourse her back talk viciously.. she just sat there teachable as a mare getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned give wide of the mark and she waggled her oral sex back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the back of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellow lowlife warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't move an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a Snake, my rooster glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' Lick 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 fingers round her sassing and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her head in the Christ Within and jacklight my fist furiously down my putz. I could feel my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her heading quietly while I pried apart her sassing with my fingers and held it undefended wide-cut. Her face was so slimed, wet and greasy with spit and boloney and sweat, strands of her pitchy hairsbreadth matted on her brass and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking piece of shit whore.. gon na blow my creamy wad all over your vomit drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big shipment 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 Edward Douglas White Jr. glob splattering across the bridge of her olfactory organ, trailing on her cheek.. then another, pumping out in an lengthened dollop streaking in her eyelash onto her forehead.

I jerked the rest of my load off in her rima oris. She shook her question making racket protesting but I had my quarter round locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my putz disgorged its end pearly-white globs and droplets in a pocket billiards of slime on her tongue, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one last fourth dimension in her mouth and before she could react shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

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

But the monkey 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-Chin up cursing her until my cum slithered down her pharynx, and that set her off whining again. She complained vehemently, shaking her head and murmuring in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a stream of vituperation while she dabbed the drops of puke off her second joint, but I did n't give a whoreson at that point.. I was finished with the puss, my dreadful Fury spent.

I pulled up the box of the bedspread and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, 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 shoes and tied the laces. Her muttering came in fits and starts now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup position, as though we were on sort planets together there in that squalid little 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 floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational luck '' I said drolly, threw my coat over my shoulder and walked out the door.. leaving it wide unfastened with her sitting there with her jeans down around her knees and her tit hanging exposed. I walked to the forepart basin by the entrance and washed my hands while the cleaning lady at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a Martin Luther King, the world-beater of turpitude, of flyblown humiliation and drug addict working girl abjection. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival aura that was still in full swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the corner, and took a 30 minute cascade, contemplating which golf club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd sour my crick out with the runty pussy Joanna, I was at peace, quick to stay the eventide 's debauchery at an gentle decompress pace.

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