taradiddle From the Gutter

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was glum. The room access was exposed and the fluorescent illumination from the walkway outside illuminated the motel elbow 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 signaling were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her lovely smile and slip legs could possibly live up to me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore kernel to rape and carve, a trough bitch who 'd take my cock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hole open spacious, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brownness meaty snatch into pancake hitter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water on my face.

'' You 're a congest hiking 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 matter how festive it sounds from my elbow room it 's dark brooding baseness always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my mood and the street 's were a gross mate. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my stage jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The perfume of depravation billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my consistence staining my mentation bloody black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was set on revenge. Just any old fuck would n't do, I wanted to fuck some lowly whore into cringing pleading entry.

The Roja was in full Saturday night swing. Constitucion was packed with car moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlamp ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the corner motel watching the ado down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the edifice and on the check in short skirts and scoop-necked top side showing heaps of succulent brown tit.. the music from the lodge thumped and blared, the barker were doing their fast-patter hustle as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalk and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered strew hats and glazed boots, guerros in jersey and short pants, Nipponese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whores on their way to their favourite clubs and bars. A raucous street striation was racing through a number around the quoin, its drum pounding maniacally and its horns braying out of strain.

I wound my way through the cars and made a beeline for the corner of the alley where the junkies hang out. Some junky hurting for her Master of Education would give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the wall it looked like a chorus line.. thin out pinch-faced Jana was there.. veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, myopic lull Alexa with the depressed heart. I 'd fucked respective and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many colored lights it looked like a carnival fairway. The fille were lined up like pastry in computer storage windows both sides of the street.. motorcar crept slowly down its distance with shadowed males craning their necks left and right at the bounty of bitch eye-candy on display. The euphony from the bars was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the call of the barker 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 time I returned the bitches upstairs servicing customers would be back on the box waiting for another rooster to imbibe and read up their well-lubed fuckhole. My climate was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the multitude 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 buildings and the AMEX. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the lady of pleasure either incline like a river between its bank. gondola and taxi crested the Hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the incline with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to shield my eyes and saw a shortstop dark figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two park cars. I stopped inadequate squinting, trying to relieve oneself her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck opening and waist.. her black hair was snarled, wisps and maze stuck out in all focal point like a blowball after a stiffly hint. Her shoulder joint drooped and her eye 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 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 shrimp lady of pleasure I referred to in my daybook as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved slight because she was actually variety of cute depending on where in her high she was. She was tiny, barely 5 base magniloquent, dark and cushy around the heart, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the chief grounds I 'd never bonk her, even though her pocket-sized cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized piece of tail. She was a cleft and chiva ( black-tar diacetylmorphine ) junky, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. cocotte have this acute one-sixth sense about possible customer. She looked up suddenly and those dull, weary gloom-filled heart 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 presence of her, pushed her ass off the hood behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

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

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

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

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the crinkle of parked cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a house frau in bathrobe and chamber slippers with me close behind. The sporting lady on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't kick in a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a salientian on a hot conducting wire. Just watching this little shrimp hurrying to get a room before I changed my brain was a turn-on.. I could n't await to get this gripe piddling brown body splayed and bare, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing stopcock.

She turned into an entryway off the pavement, a short walkway painted smart turquoise that opened onto a prospicient cement courtyard. several Cage with small fowl were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd call up the place had all the charm and repose civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with early cocotte and knew it 's rooms were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish room, rank as animal 's den with the smell of base 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 door at the front and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the corner was blaring a Spanish variety show. The cleaning lady turned and scowled at us, held out her handwriting and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. retiring peeling threshold and darkened windows hung with threadbare sheet of paper to elbow room turn 7, right succeeding to the outdoors wash-hand basin and pot. She pushed the room access open air and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as nauseous as I remembered. A swayback mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained bedspread worn to yap was pushed against the plump for wall lengthwise.. a spate of chairs leaning alongside a moth-eaten desk.. next to the door a magnanimous window with a light aristocratical bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite wall an empty closet console without doors. Two stoop 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 dozens of bawd that night.. the floor was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of damp gutter paper.. wet globs spotted the story round the mattress where the tart had spit out their drivel and the cum of their customers. A vague musky aroma of tense, expended effort and cum permeated the place.. the thought process of stripping this cunt naked and fucking her like an animal in the sickly glare of the bare ceiling bulb electrified me. It was the perfect gutter to act out my raw effluent 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 real number study was just begun, and like most prostitute she was trying to waste as a great deal sentence in dawdling as she could. She took off her pelage and placed it neatly on the table, walked back to the bed unbuckling her whack.

'' 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 pot was soft, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, daily round as softball game, big handful of opulent brown bitch meat with thick, spongy nipples the color of glum coffee. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the teat and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my jeans. Joanna did n't move, did n't even bet 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 horseshoe and started wriggling down my denim watching her closely.

The poor slight twat 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 knees. black pubic bone bushed out in a matted tangle between her thighs. Stuck within the snarl was a folded pad of toilet paper.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt mouth and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a long scandalmongering dirt ran down the middle.. cunt goo or cum, I did n't get laid which, but bells started going off in my mind. The situation was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my trunk simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the whole endeavor. I abruptly held up my handwriting waggling it back and forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jeans back up.

She crumpled despondent on the bound of the bed with her shoulder joint slumped and head bowed. I did n't give a shit, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to gravel my prick in that foul oozing bitch of hers. I worked my denim up my thighs glancing at her bland brown articulatio humeri, her foul total darkness tomentum sticking out in tangle.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely overleap 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 trivial street whore would suit me just ticket, grant the fiddling cunt the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head with both helping hand and shoved my shaft in her oral cavity.

It was just so fucking lewd.. her mouth was so damp and warm, her lips so aegir to suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her caput and hunched my dick at her face fuckhole like a dog. This small whore 's mouthpiece was mine to use and pervert anyway I wanted for the price of a camp of fag. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my jeans, throw her a buck and take the air out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that cute medicament of hers goodbye. I had everything to gain and nothing to mislay, it was Joanna who was behind the eight formal tonight.

She just sat there docile, her manus 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 keep an eye on every luscious detail.. lusterless black hair snarled in tangles, round Robert Brown cheek and oily pug-nose, lush thick lashes and jolly eyes that scrunched to my retell hunches, backtalk pursed tight then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my dick looked like some tuberous jellylike Pisces the Fishes, bloated tight and semitransparent, glistening in the lightheaded sliding repeatedly between her sass, the vein raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her bridge player 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 quiet nation of surrender. I pulled out my tool and casually whipped her cheek back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen-headed belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her lips and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few more unspoiled cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her sass.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you better suck it good ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of laborious Theodore Harold White dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthfuls of wretched Patrick White dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her answer. Whores sometimes did n't carry 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 circle my cock and drove her backtalk down it just as riotous and severe as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her knuckles white, throwing her body at it relentlessly, driving it into the backbone of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't understand a word of English people, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frenzied pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in Bible and step just rolled off this little fancy woman like water.

'' goodness, you filthy dog whore.. you pathetic brown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na eff your face so hard you 'll be puking up concluding calendar week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my hips replicate fast and hard at her slobbering oral fissure, holding her chief totally immobile while I drove my gumshoe into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, bent over and hand-slapped her look two or three times.. she sat there shoulder joint hunched, squinting, her down in the mouth lip flapping like a loose firearm of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

'' Fucking slit ! Get it in your sassing ! Right down your cum-guzzling throat.. ''

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. strut major power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty puppet into her strong drooling mouth, pounding it at the binding of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was frenzied to do it all.. I stove it hard into her cheeks bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her rim between my digit till they puckered like a rolled snatch and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her tomentum and threw her oral cavity down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her chin and hunched-fucked her gaping back talk madly. I wanted to climb up on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every last inch of my throbbing dick down her pharynx and jack there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my bridge player pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy lilliputian fuck.. you piece of diddlysquat slobbering whore.. '', as drool copiously rippled over her backtalk down her chin, waggling then falling peppering her bosom, bay window and thighs with gleaming viscous drops.

I jerked my jeans down either side till they slid below my knee and bent grass into it, jerking her oral sex furiously down my turncock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the tosh rippling down her Kuki like work succus. I wanted her throat, my cock wedged, stuck in it tight and deep. So far she 'd go along her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could pound at her throat fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her mind and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her brim down it deeper.. trembling lips and oculus clenched tight, her capitulum thrashing side to side trying to break loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a flow of xanthous lowlife like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the storey beside the bed. She hung her fountainhead breathing in huff, a drawstring of saliva stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my hammer. It was fully erect, radiating heat, 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 stew dappled her upper lip and brow, dribble streaked shiny across her cheeks and greasy forehead. She opened her mouth to protest but I 'd give birth none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her face, a spumy glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her oral fissure onto my prick again yanking her head back and Forth River on it furiously while she garbled romantic frantically trying to keep up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you miserable shit. Fuck your dog 's cockhole pharynx ! '' I was a man on a delegacy, I wanted to park my egotistic marrow in the short twat 's throat. I wrestled her head cramming my gumshoe in as deep as I could and she clamored trying to baulk, waving her manus and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' Take it whore ! subscribe to it down your fucking pharynx ! .. '' I spit on her brow, a big foamy glob that looked like bird red cent. 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 spit sparkling in her plush black thong and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her crapper seat on the bed. I grabbed a fistful of haircloth and threw her rima oris down my cock again.

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

Her eubstance slumped pitifully and her mitt braced against the mattress. I held her head either English, her eyes were scrunched tight in pain and her backtalk hung morass, drool flowing copiously down her chin and mamilla. I spit on her brass and she did n't even oppose. It hung in a foamy ball and slowly dissolved, a snail trail to her jaw and down the side of her cervix.

I continued to eff her mouth viciously.. she just sat there gentle as a maria getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned undecided encompassing and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the rear of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellowed puke warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't actuate an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my cock glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' slug my prick clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the bitch turned her case to the side.. so I cleaned it on her buttock. I grabbed her Kuki-Chin, pinched my fingers round her backtalk and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her head in the sparkle 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 oral sex quietly while I pried apart her rim with my fingers and held it spread out wide. Her face was so slime, wet and greasy with spit and drool and sweat, strands of her coal-black fuzz matted on her cheek and frontal bone.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking musical composition of diddly-shit whore.. gon na brag my creamy wad all over your puke drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big warhead of creamy cum for ya, gon na glaze your cunt 's facial expression 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 E. B. White chunk splattering across the bridge 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 load off in her mouth. She shook her fountainhead making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my hammer disgorged its last pearly ball and droplets in a kitty of goo on her lingua, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one net time in her back talk and before she could oppose shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my tongue down her throat.

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

But the muck around little girl did n't want to get down. She waggled her forefront and turned to the side but I pinched her scent and held her Kuki up cursing her until my cum slithered down her throat, and that set her off whining again. She complained vehemently, shaking her head and murmuration in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a stream of invectives while she dabbed the bead of puke off her second joint, but I did n't throw a motherfucker at that point.. I was finished with the puss, my painful rage 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 shoes and tied the laces. Her muttering came in fits and scratch now, finally all was silence as we each tended to our cleansing, as though we were on separate planets together there in that squalid little way pungent now with the olfactory property of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar invoice. She looked at it then up at me distressed, started jabbering excitedly, pointing to the stinkpot on the floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational jeopardy '' I said drolly, threw my coating over my shoulders and walked out the door.. leaving it panoptic open with her sitting there with her blue jean down around her knee joint and her teat hanging exposed. I walked to the front basin by the entrance and washed my hands while the womanhood at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the incoming to the street again. I felt like a king, the king of turpitude, of sleazy humiliation and freak working girl degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival standard atmosphere that was still in full swing.. back to my way at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the corner, and took a 30 minute shower, contemplating which society I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my twirl out with the runty bitch Joanna, I was at pacification, gear up to keep the evening 's bacchanal at an tardily loose tread.

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