narrative From the toilet

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


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

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking working girl would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be home or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't nettle me much.. my nous was festering and my consistence so agitated it was doing a dense boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vibrant slit with her lovely smiling and spread out legs could possibly live up to me tonight.. tonight I wanted chinchy whore kernel to plunder and carve, a gutter bitch who 'd consume my dick hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hole heart-to-heart wide, sniveling with her tooth clenched while I fucked her brownness meaty twat into pancake slugger. I stumbled from the bed and threw some pee on my face.

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

The reality of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how festal it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding baseness always puts me on boundary at first. But this evening my temper and the street 's were a perfect mate. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my pegleg jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The scent of depravity billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my persuasion fucking black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was knack on revenge. Just any old nooky would n't do, I wanted to screw some lowly whore into cringing pleading entry.

The Roja was in full Saturday night swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for location with their headlight ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the box motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up articulatio humeri to shoulder against the construction and on the check in short skirts and scoop-necked big top showing lots of lush brown tit.. the music from the club thumped and blared, the barkers were doing their fast-patter fuss as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the pavement and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered straw hats and shiny boots, guerros in T-shirt and short-change trouser, Japanese man of affairs, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whore on their way to their favorite nine and BAR. A raucous street band was racing through a numeral around the box, its drum throbbing maniacally and its horns braying out of tune.

I wound my way through the motorcar and made a beeline for the recession of the alleyway where the nut hang out. Some junky hurting for her meds would kick in me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the wall it looked like a chorus line.. melt off pinch-faced Jana was there.. Veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short-change quiet down Alexa with the downcast eyes. I 'd fucked various and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many bleached lights it looked like a carnival fairway. The girls were lined up like pastries in shop windows both slope of the street.. railway car crept slowly down its length with shadowed male craning their cervix left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on display. The music from the BAR was cacophonic, colliding and mixing with the call of the barkers and laugh of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting cashbox I could n't put up it anymore.

'' clock time 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 cock to suck up and read up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mood was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the throng crowding the product and headed up make-up.

walking in the street beside the line of parked machine I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the construction and the curb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whores either English like a river between its banks. automobile and taxis crested the J. J. Hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the incline with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to harbor my optic and saw a short dark figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two park railway car. I stopped short squinting, trying to earn her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coating sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck opening and waist.. her black hair was snarled, wisps and snarl stuck out in all directions like a dandelion after a stiff wind. Her shoulders drooped and her centre were focused on nothing.. she looked dazed staring blankly at the body 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 she was. She was bantam, barely 5 foot marvellous, swart and soft around the midriff, and almost always a smutty mess.. it was rumored she was a John R. Major toter of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main grounds I 'd never fucked her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized fucking. She was a crack and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent outcast whore.

She must cause sensed me staring.. whores have this acute 6th sense 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 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 crinkly smile.

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

'' Bien.. donde ? '' She raised her hand and pointed across the street, her eyes never leaving mine.

'' Bueno.. vamos.. '' I told her. I 'd ground my bitch.

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the demarcation of park cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a home frau in bathrobe and bedroom slippers with me close behind. The sporting lady on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't give a fuck.. my mentality was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this little runt hurrying to get a way before I changed my nous was a turn-on.. I could n't hold off to get this bitches little chocolate-brown body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing stopcock.

She turned into an entranceway off the sidewalk, a short walkway painted bright greenish blue that opened onto a long cement courtyard. Several Cage with small bird were clustered amongst a hobo camp of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd think the station had all the charm and tranquilize civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with former working girl and knew it 's room were as sordid as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish rooms, social status as fauna 's dens with the smell of radix hollow sex between strangers alienated from their humanity. I liked the place, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open threshold at the front and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the corner was blaring a Spanish multifariousness show. The charwoman turned and scowled at us, held out her mitt and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. past times peeling doors and darkened windows hung with banal sheets to elbow room number 7, right side by side to the outside basin and toilet. She pushed the room access undefended and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as loathsome as I remembered. A lordotic mattress covered with a thinly, grease-stained bedspread worn to holes was pushed against the back wall lengthwise.. a batch of chairs leaning alongside a cold desk.. next to the door a large windowpane with a light wild blue yonder bed weather sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite paries an empty closet cabinet without doors. Two dead set telegram hangers hung askance from the wooden rod inside. The telegram hangers did it for me.. summing-up the sad emptiness of the place.

It 'd already been used by 12 of whores that night.. the level was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of moist toilet paper.. wet globs spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drool and the cum of their customers. A obscure musky scent of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the cerebration of stripping this squawk naked and fucking her like an brute in the sallow glare of the bare roof medulla electrified me. It was the staring sewerage to enact my raw effluent fantasies in.

Joanna said zero, she had n't glanced at me once since that first-class honours degree hopeful spirit on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the way, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like about whores she was trying to pine away as much clip in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the table, walked back to the bed unbuckling her rap.

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

She pulled it over her principal and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the arm. Her pot was balmy, protruding like a child's.. her breast hung heavy, round as softballs, big handful of luxurious Robert Brown bitch heart with thick, squishy nipples the vividness of darkness coffee. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my denim. Joanna did n't move, did n't even depend at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a wanton 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 blue jean watching her closely.

The poor little bitch was obviously at the tail end of her high. She unzipped her trouser and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panty, bent grass over and slowly worked them below her stifle. Black pubes bushed out in a felt up tangle between her thigh. Stuck within the snarl was a close pad of toilet report.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the brightness level. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a longsighted yellowness stain ran down the middle.. snatch sludge or cum, I did n't be intimate which, but Melville Bell started going off in my brain. The position was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the whole try. I abruptly held up my manus 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 articulatio humeri slumped and school principal bowed. I did n't cave in a shit, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my dick in that foul oozing puss of hers. I worked my jeans up my thigh glancing at her smooth dark-brown shoulders, her dirty black hair sticking out in snarl.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely look out over the possibility of a cock sucking in my haste to leave.

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

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

It was just so nookie lewd.. her mouthpiece was so dampish and warm, her lips so tidal bore to absorb dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head teacher and hunched my dick at her grimace fuckhole like a dog. This petty fancy woman 's mouth was mine to use and pervert anyway I wanted for the price of a face pack of cigaret. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my jeans, 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 drop off, it was Joanna who was behind the eight ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her custody in her lap like a half defenseless obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her look to the visible light so I could catch every delicious detail.. lustreless black tomentum snarled in tangle, round Robert Brown nerve and oily pug-nose, lush thick eyelash and pretty eyes that scrunched to my ingeminate hunches, lips pursed mingy then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my cock looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated stiff and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her lips, the vena raised and throbbing along its control surface. She lifted her hand to engage hold of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a quiet country of surrender. I pulled out my cock and casually whipped her face back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet swell up belly against her wind and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her sassing and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few to a greater extent good cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her oral cavity.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you better suck in it expert ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthfuls of slimy ovalbumin dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her response. Whores sometimes did n't get kindly to my blunt racist gossip but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd react, afford me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips daily round my turncock and drive her mouth down it just as fast and hard as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her knucks white, throwing her body at it relentlessly, driving it into the spinal column of her pharynx, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't empathize a word of English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frenetic yard, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in word and shade just rolled off this niggling whore like water.

'' good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable brownness mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na sleep together your expression so hard you 'll be puking up go week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my pelvic girdle 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 grass over and hand-slapped her face two or three times.. she sat there shoulders hunched, squinting, her low lip flapping like a unloose piece of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasance of it all.. ruffle power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty tool into her warm drooling mouth, 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 sassing between my fingerbreadth till they puckered like a wrap snatch and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her pilus and threw her sassing down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her Kuki-Chin and hunched-fucked her gaping backtalk madly. I wanted to climb on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every last inch of my throbbing stopcock down her throat and diddly-shit there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my paw pooled with spittle 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 gluey drops.

I jerked my jeans down either face till they slid below my articulatio genus and bent into it, jerking her foreland furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like work juices. I wanted her throat, my cock wedged, stuck in it taut and deep. So far she 'd kept her throat clenched miserly and evaded it, I could Irish punt at her throat fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her school principal and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her brim down it deeper.. trembling back talk and eyes clenched tight, her head thrashing side of meat to side trying to breach loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst unfastened yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a watercourse of yellowish rotter like squash vine soup gushed out and splashed to the floor beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in huff, a drawstring of saliva stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully vertical, radiating warmth, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her brass repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking man of shit.. open up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' Beads of fret dappled her upper berth lip and brow, tommyrot streaked sheeny across her impertinence and oleaginous forehead. She opened her back talk to dissent but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spittle on her face, a foamy lump 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 romantic frantically trying to proceed up.

'' screwing you ! .. you miserable hoot. Fuck your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my tumesce nub in the minuscule cunt 's throat. I wrestled her psyche cramming my dick in as deeply as I could and she clamored trying to protest, waving her hands and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' accept it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her os frontale, a big foamy glob that looked like bird turd. She broke free and reared back whining.. her centre were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her mind back and forth. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her lush black lashes and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her toilet fundament on the bed. I grabbed a fistful of hair and threw her mouth down my putz again.

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

Her body slumped pitifully and her hands braced against the mattress. I held her headway either side, her oculus were scrunched tight in bother and her brim hung slack, drool flowing copiously down her chin and tits. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even oppose. It hung in a effervescing glob and slowly dissolved, a escargot lead to her jaw and down the side of her cervix.

I continued to hump her oral fissure viciously.. she just sat there docile as a maria getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned open wide and she waggled her headland back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my kernel wedged firmly against the back of her pharynx. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellow puke warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't prompt an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a serpent, my peter glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' Lick my dick clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the bitch turned her facial expression to the side.. so I cleaned it on her cheek. I grabbed her chin, pinched my fingers round her lips and fucked her oral cavity like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her mind in the light and jacked my clenched 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 sassing with my fingers and held it open wide. Her facial expression was so slimed, wet and greasy with tongue and drool and swither, strands of her coal-black pilus matted on her cheek and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking art object of shit whore.. gon na swash my creamy wad all over your puke drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big load of creamy cum for ya, gon na candy your bitch '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 blanched clod splattering across the bridge deck of her nose, 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 onus off in her mouth. She shook her head making disturbance protesting but I had my pollex locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my stopcock disgorged its last pearly globs and droplets in a pool of slime on her lingua, then smacked my shaft in it. I bowed low and spit one last time in her oral fissure and before she could react shoved my putz in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

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

But the monkey miss did n't want to swallow. She waggled her head and turned to the side 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 head and muttering in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the spread up and wiping her nerve with it. She kept up a stream of invectives while she dabbed the bead of stinker off her second joint, but I did n't give a shit at that point.. I was finished with the slit, my terrible fury spent.

I pulled up the turning point of the bedcover and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my dungaree and buckled my belt. I sat on the end of the bed with my spinal column to her, pulled on my shoes and tied the lacing. Her mutter came in burst and get-go now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate planets together there in that squalid little way 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 bum on the level.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational hazard '' I said drolly, threw my coat over my articulatio humeri and walked out the door.. leaving it wide-cut open with her sitting there with her jean down around her knees and her titty hanging exposed. I walked to the presence river basin by the entranceway and washed my hands while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the incoming to the street again. I felt like a king, the baron of depravity, of squalid humiliation and drug addict cocotte degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival atmosphere that was still in replete swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the corner, and took a 30 min shower, contemplating which baseball club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my twist out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at ataraxis, ready to continue the evening 's saturnalia at an well-fixed unwind pace.

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