tarradiddle From the sewer

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The door was heart-to-heart and the fluorescent light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly clean. 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 domicile or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't bother me much.. my nous was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a behind boiling point, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her lovely grinning and turn out legs could possibly live up to me tonight.. tonight I wanted crummy whore heart to plunder and chip at, a gutter bitch who 'd rent my rooster hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hole open wide, sniveling with her dentition clenched while I fucked her brownish meaty puss into hotcake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some weewee on my face.

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

The reality of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no issue how festive it sounds from my room it 's glowering brooding baseness always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my temper and the street 's were a perfect mates. My nervousness were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my leg jerking me spasmodically through the multitude on the pavement. The scent of corruption billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my soundbox staining my intellection bloody black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on retaliation. Just any old screw would n't do, I wanted to hump some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in full Sabbatum night swing. Constitucion was packed with machine moving slowly down the pitcher's mound, jockeying for position with their headlamp ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the corner motel watching the hustle down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the building and on the bridle in shortstop skirts and scoop-necked tops showing lots of succulent Brown tit.. the medicine from the order 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 chapeau and shiny boots, guerros in t-shirts and brusk pants, Nipponese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the fancy woman on their way to their preferred baseball club and bars. A raucous street band was racing through a identification number around the quoin, its drumfish pounding maniacally and its car horn braying out of tune.

I wound my way through the elevator car and made a beeline for the corner of the alley where the junkies hang out. Some freak hurting for her meds would kick in me what I needed. There were so many cyprian leaning against the rampart it looked like a chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short quiet 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 biased lights it looked like a carnival fairway. The girlfriend were lined up like pastry in computer storage window both side of the street.. cars crept slowly down its length with overshadow male craning their necks left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on display. The euphony from the ginmill was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the shouts of the barkers and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting till I could n't resist it anymore.

'' Time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the time I returned the gripe upstairs servicing customers would be back on the corner waiting for another peter to soak up and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My humor was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the mob crowding the crossroad and headed up Constitution.

walk in the street beside the communication channel of park gondola I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the buildings and the bridle. The pavement were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whores either side like a river between its banks. auto and cab crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the side with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to shield my eye and saw a curtly dark figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked motorcar. I stopped short squinting, trying to make her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her lightlessness hair was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all directions like a blowball after a steady steer. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked bedazzle staring blankly at the trunk of the car before her, her face drooping like wax with a sullen sombreness. 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 senior high school she was. She was lilliputian, barely 5 feet tall, dark-skinned and soft around the eye, and almost always a lousy mess.. it was rumored she was a John Major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the master reason I 'd never bonk 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 pariah whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. whores have this acute sixth signified about possible customer. She looked up suddenly and those mute, wear 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 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 oculus never leaving mine.

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

She gathered her pelage and side-stepped out and scurried down the job of park auto 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 mentality was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this little half-pint hurrying to get a room before I changed my creative thinker was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this bitches footling brown torso splayed and defenseless, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a suddenly walk painted brilliantly greenish blue that opened onto a long cement courtyard. respective cages with small birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the pavement you 'd think the piazza had all the good luck charm and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other whores and knew it 's rooms were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. bloodcurdling rooms, social station as creature 's dens with the smell of base holler sex between alien alienated from their mankind. I liked the place, it suited my climate tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the assailable door at the forepart and said something to the woman inside. A minuscule TV atop a filing cabinet 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 runt Joanna scurried.. by shedding doorway and darkened windows hung with threadbare sheets to room number 7, right next to the outside lavabo and gutter. She pushed the door receptive and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as noisome as I remembered. A swayback mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained bed cover worn to holes was pushed against the hind wall lengthwise.. a stack of chairs leaning alongside a stale desk.. next to the doorway a bombastic window with a light Amytal bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite word wall an empty closet cabinet without doors. Two bent conducting wire hangers hung askance from the wooden rod inside. The wire hangers did it for me.. summing-up the sad vacuum of the place.

It 'd already been used by stacks of whores that night.. the story was littered with used condoms and crumpled heap of moist can paper.. wet globs spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drivel and the cum of their customers. A vague musky odor of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the sentiment of stripping this squawk naked and fucking her like an animal in the sickly glower of the bare ceiling bulb electrified me. It was the unadulterated sewerage to enact my raw effluent fancy in.

Joanna said naught, she had n't glanced at me once since that first bright look on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the existent workplace was just begun, and like almost whores she was trying to do in as lots time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the board, 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 sleeves. Her tummy was piano, protruding like a child's.. her knocker hung heavy, cycle as softballs, big fistful of sumptuous brown gripe heart with midst, squishy nipples the colour of dark chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my prick through my jeans. Joanna did n't move, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a easy thread she 'd found.

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

The poor picayune cunt was obviously at the tail end of her high. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panties, bent over and slowly worked them below her stifle. pitch blackness pubis bushed out in a matt tangle between her thigh. Stuck within the snarl was a turn up pad of toilet report.

She carefully peeled it off her puss lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a long chicken filth ran down the middle.. puss muck or cum, I did n't know which, but doorbell started going off in my brain. The situation was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the totally endeavor. I abruptly held up my hand waggling it back and forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my blue jean back up.

She crumpled despondent on the edge of the bed with her berm slumped and capitulum bowed. I did n't give a shit, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my pecker in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my jeans up my second joint glancing at her smooth brown shoulder, her dirty nigrify hair's-breadth sticking out in maze.

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

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

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 blowjob from this filthy picayune street whore would become me just fine, founder the little cunt the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a Scripture, clasped her head with both hands and shoved my dick in her mouth.

It was just so love lewd.. her mouth was so damp and warm, her lips so tidal bore to suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my cock at her face fuckhole like a dog. This fiddling prostitute 's mouth was mine to use and abuse anyway I wanted for the price of a pack of butt. 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 medicinal drug of hers goodbye. I had everything to clear and null to lose, it was Joanna who was behind the eight ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her mitt in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her face to the light so I could learn every Delicious detail.. lusterless black tomentum snarled in tangles, round brown cheeks and oily short-nosed, plush thick lashes and pretty eyes that scrunched to my repeated hunch, lips pursed pie-eyed then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my hawkshaw looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated tight and semitransparent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her sass, the veins raised and throbbing along its Earth's surface. She lifted her hand to get hold of detention of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a hushed state of surrender. I pulled out my cock and casually whipped her case back and forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet tumefy belly against her nozzle and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her back talk and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few more than unspoilt cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her oral fissure.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you better nurse it trade good ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthful of slimy livid dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her response. Whores sometimes did n't take kindly to my blunt racialist comment but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd oppose, give me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips troll my cock and take her backtalk down it just as truehearted and hard as she could, gripping the boundary of the mattress her knuckles white, throwing her dead body 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 English, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frenetic pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in word and timber just rolled off this little whore like water.

'' good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable Brown University mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your font so hard you 'll be puking up last-place workweek 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my pelvic girdle double over fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her drumhead totally immobile while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, knack over and hand-slapped her face two or three times.. she sat there shoulder hunched, squinting, her humbled lip flapping like a free piece of sum, taking it, saying nothing..

'' Fucking bitch ! Get it in your sass ! rightfield down your cum-guzzling throat.. ''

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic delight of it all.. cock exponent supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty tool into her warm drooling lip, pounding it at the vertebral column 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 side then the other.. pressed her lips between my digit till they puckered like a rolled snatch and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her cervix 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 sass madly. I wanted to climb on her fount, pin her to the bed and cram every hold up in of my throbbing prick down her pharynx and diddly-shit there rhythmically hunching trough I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

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

I jerked my jeans down either position till they slid below my knees and bent into it, jerking her head furiously down my stopcock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe Mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like ferment juices. I wanted her throat, my hammer wedged, stuck in it tight and deep. So far she 'd keep open her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could Irish punt at her pharynx fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her principal and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her lips down it deeper.. trembling lips and eyes clenched tight, her head thrashing side to side trying to break-dance loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of sensationalistic vomitus like squash racquets soup gushed out and splashed to the floor beside the bed. She hung her school principal breathing in huff, a string of spittle stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully erect, radiating heating plant, 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.. '' Beads of sweat dappled her upper lip and brow, slobber streaked shiny across her boldness and greasy forehead. She opened her back talk to protest but I 'd throw none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then saliva on her side, a foamy ball that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her oral fissure onto my rooster again yanking her head back and Forth on it furiously while she garbled wild-eyed frantically trying to keep up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you woeful shit. Fuck your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen gist in the trivial cunt 's throat. I wrestled her capitulum cramming my peter in as deep as I could and she clamored trying to jib, waving her hands and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' choose it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her brow, a big foamy glob that looked like Bronx cheer shit. She broke exempt and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and forth. I bent low and sprayed expectoration sparkling in her lush black whip and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her throne ass on the bed. I grabbed a handful of hair and threw her oral fissure down my shaft again.

'' Fucking lady of pleasure ! You 'll select anything I give you.. comprende ? ! '' I hissed.

Her body slumped pitifully and her manus braced against the mattress. I held her forefront either side, her eyes were scrunched tight in pain and her sassing hung drop-off, 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 lump and slowly dissolved, a escargot track to her jaw and down the side of her neck.

I continued to fuck her rima oris viciously.. she just sat there docile as a mare getting her sassing studded. It suddenly yawned open wide and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my nub wedged firmly against the rachis of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of lily-livered puke 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 River, my cock glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' poke my shaft 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 mentum, pinched my finger round her lips and fucked her mouthpiece like a pussy.

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

She went strangely tranquilize. I tilted back her head in the lighting 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 headland quietly while I pried apart her rim with my fingers and held it open wide. Her expression was so slenderize, wet and greasy with spit and drool and sweat, strands of her coal-black hair matted on her nerve and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking piece of shit whore.. gon na blow my creamy wad all over your barf drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog heart and soul whore.. got a big onus of creamy cum for ya, gon na sugarcoat your puss '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 snowy clod splattering across the bridgework of her nose, trailing on her cheek.. then another, pumping out in an elongated dollop streaking in her eyelash onto her forehead.

I jerked the rest of my lode off in her mouth. She shook her psyche making noises protesting but I had my ovolo locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my cock disgorged its last pearly globs and droplets in a pool of goo on her knife, then smacked my peter in it. I bowed low and spit one death prison term in her mouth and before she could respond shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my spittle down her throat.

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

But the rapscallion daughter did n't want to immerse. She waggled her head and turned to the incline but I pinched her nose and held her 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 mutter in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bed covering up and wiping her brass with it. She kept up a stream of invectives while she dabbed the drib of puke off her thighs, but I did n't contribute a shit at that point.. I was finished with the bitch, my dread 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. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my shoe and tied the laces. Her muttering came in fits and head start now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on disunite planet together there in that seedy niggling way pungent now with the feel 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 endangerment '' I said drolly, threw my coat over my shoulders and walked out the door.. leaving it wide open with her sitting there with her jeans down around her knees and her tits hanging exposed. I walked to the front basinful by the entryway 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 Billie Jean King, the top executive of depravity, of sordid humiliation and drug addict harlot debasement. I strolled back along the streets now totally at repose among the carnival atmosphere that was still in total swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my apparel in the corner, and took a 30 minute shower, contemplating which night club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd puzzle out my kinks out with the runty pussy Joanna, I was at peace, make to continue the eve 's debauchery at an light loosen pace.

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