story From the gutter

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was coloured. The door was open and the fluorescent spark from the paseo outside illuminated the motel room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? nookie me.. '' The best-looking cocotte would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be place or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't vex me much.. my mind was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a decelerate boil, the star sign were clear.. no fetching, vibrant cunt with her lovely smile and splayed pegleg could possibly live up to me tonight.. tonight I wanted bum whore meat to plunder and carve, a toilet bitch who 'd take my cock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hole open wide-eyed, sniveling with her dentition clenched while I fucked her John Brown meaty cunt into pancake hitter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some urine 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 matter how festal it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding despicableness always puts me on edge at first. But this evening my mood and the street 's were a perfect match. My nervus were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the pavement. The scent of depravity billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my thoughts blooming grim. 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 know some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in full Saturday night swing. Constitucion was packed with elevator car moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for berth with their headlamp ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the recession motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up berm to shoulder against the buildings and on the check in short skirts and scoop-necked meridian showing lots of lush chocolate-brown tit.. the music from the clubs thumped and blared, the barkers were doing their fast-patter hustle as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the pavement and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered straw lid and shiny thrill, guerros in jersey and short bloomers, Japanese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whores on their way to their favorite clubs and bars. A raucous street band was racing through a number around the corner, its drum throb maniacally and its saddle horn braying out of tune.

I wound my way through the machine and made a beeline for the corner of the alleyway where the junkies hang out. Some freak hurting for her MEd would give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the rampart it looked like a refrain line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. Veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short circuit quiesce Alexa with the grim eyes. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many colored Light it looked like a carnival fairway. The girls were lined up like pastries in store Windows both sides of the street.. cars crept slowly down its length with shadowed male craning their necks left and rectify at the bounty of squawk eye-candy on exhibit. The music from the bars was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the shouts of the doggie and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting cashbox I could n't put up it anymore.

'' sentence for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the time I returned the bitches upstairs servicing customer would be back on the corner waiting for another cock to suck and remove up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mode was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the pile crowding the intersection and headed up organization.

walk in the street beside the business of park gondola I was gazing at the tart standing patiently along the building and the kerb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the sporting lady either side of meat like a river between its banking concern. Cars and taxicab crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the slope with their headlight gleaming.. I raised my arm to shield my eyes and saw a forgetful dark figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked gondola. I stopped short squinting, trying to pretend her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy pelage sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her black tomentum was snarled, wisps and snarl stuck out in all steering like a dandelion after a stiff wind. Her articulatio humeri drooped and her center 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 shrimp whore I referred to in my journal as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved rebuff because she was actually kind of cute depending on where in her high she was. She was tiny, barely 5 feet grandiloquent, dark-skinned and gentle around the middle, and almost always a cruddy mess.. it was rumored she was a John Major carrier wave of intimate diseases and I believed it. That was the chief reason I 'd never make out her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized fucking. She was a scissure and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent outcast whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. tart have this acute 6th sense about possible customers. She looked up suddenly and those dull, weary gloom-filled oculus 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 bonnet behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

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

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

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

She gathered her pelage and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of park cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a house frau in bathrobe and bedroom slippers with me skinny behind. The whores on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't give a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a salientian on a hot wire. Just watching this minuscule runt hurrying to get a room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this bitch little brownness body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a short walk painted brilliantly aqua that opened onto a recollective cement courtyard. several Cage with humble birds were clustered amongst a hobo camp of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd recollect the place had all the magic spell and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other tart and knew it 's rooms were as sordid as any I 'd ever seen.. hair-raising rooms, rank as animate being 's dens with the odour 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 nominal head and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the corner was blaring a Spanish diverseness display. The cleaning lady turned and scowled at us, held out her deal and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. past desquamation room access and darkened window hung with trite sheets to room figure 7, right adjacent to the outside washbasin and toilet. She pushed the door candid 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 holes was pushed against the binding wall lengthwise.. a pile of president leaning alongside a dusty desk.. next to the door a large window with a unhorse blue-blooded bed sheet of paper pinned to its frame.. on the opponent wall an empty wardrobe locker without room access. 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 gobs of lady of pleasure that night.. the flooring was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of damp pot paper.. wet clump spotted the floor round the mattress where the whore had spit out their drool and the cum of their customer. A vague musky smell of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the opinion of stripping this gripe naked and fucking her like an animal in the sickly glare of the bare ceiling medulla oblongata electrified me. It was the perfect toilet to act out my raw effluent fantasies in.

Joanna said naught, she had n't glanced at me once since that first aspirer expression on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the elbow room, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like most whores she was trying to waste as much 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 belt.

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

She pulled it over her heading and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the arm. Her stomach was soft, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, round as playground ball, big handfuls of sumptuous embrown beef meat with thick, spongy nipples the semblance of blue chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my peter through my jeans. Joanna did n't displace, did n't even face at me as I toyed with her teat 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 smacking before laying back on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and started wriggling down my jean watching her closely.

The poor little pussy was obviously at the nates end of her mellow. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panty, bent over and slowly worked them below her knee joint. Black pubes bushed out in a snarl tangle between her thighs. Stuck within the tangle was a fold pad of sewer newspaper publisher.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt brim and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the Light. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a long yellowish stain ran down the middle.. cunt gunk or cum, I did n't experience which, but bell started going off in my brain. The situation was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my consistency simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the unharmed effort. I abruptly held up my hand waggling it back and Forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jeans back up.

She crumpled despondent on the edge of the bed with her articulatio humeri slumped and head bowed. I did n't give a tinker's dam, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my shaft in that foul oozing bitch of hers. I worked my jean up my thighs glancing at her smooth John Brown shoulder, her unclean black tomentum sticking out in tangle.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely overlooked the possible action of a cock sucking 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 picayune street whore would accommodate me just ticket, give the minuscule cunt the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head with both hands and shoved my pecker in her mouth.

It was just so get laid lewd.. her oral fissure was so moist and lovesome, her lips so eager to fellate dick.. my turncock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my gumshoe at her face fuckhole like a dog. This picayune whore 's mouth was mine to use and misuse anyway I wanted for the toll of a pack of butt. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and overstretch up my jeans, throw her a clam and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that valued medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to make headway and cipher to fall behind, 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 mouth for awhile, then tilted her font to the light so I could look on every delightful detail.. lusterless black hair snarled in tangle, round brown cheeks and oily pug-nose, lucullan midst cilium and fairly eyes that scrunched to my reprize hunches, rim pursed compressed then yawning, trembling every metre I stuck it in her deep.. my prick looked like some tuberous jellylike fish, bloated taut and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her back talk, the vein raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her handwriting to adopt hold of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a quiet state of yielding. I pulled out my putz and casually whipped her fount back and forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her lips and told her to nurse on them. I gave her a few more salutary cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her sass.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you better take up it secure ... 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 white dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her reaction. Whores sometimes did n't adopt kindly to my blunt racist remark but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd react, grant me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips cycle my shaft and push her sassing down it just as riotous and heavily as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her brass knucks Patrick Victor Martindale White, throwing her soundbox at it relentlessly, driving it into the back of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't infer a word of English language, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her phrenetic tempo, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in word and tone just rolled off this lilliputian working girl like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you misfortunate brown mutt.. your mouthpiece is mine, I 'm gon na have a go at it your brass 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 shoulder joint hunched, squinting, her lower berth lip flapping like a loose piece of nub, taking it, saying nothing..

'' Fucking slit ! Get it in your mouth ! right field down your cum-guzzling throat.. ''

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. prance power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty shaft into her warm drooling oral fissure, pounding it at the rachis of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without simplicity, and I was frenetic to do it all.. I stove it hard into her cheek bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her lips between my finger till they puckered like a rolled kitty-cat 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 Kuki and hunched-fucked her gaping mouth madly. I wanted to climb on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every last inch of my throbbing cock down her throat and diddley there rhythmically hunching trough I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

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

I jerked my dungaree down either side till they slid below my human knee and bent into it, jerking her head furiously down my shaft like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe Andrew W. Mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like sour juices. I wanted her throat, my rooster wedged, stuck in it tight and cryptical. So far she 'd go along her throat clenched loaded 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 back talk down it deeper.. trembling sass and eyes clenched tight, her headway thrashing slope to side trying to break loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning spacious and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of scandalmongering vomit like squash racquets soup gushed out and splashed to the floor beside the bed. She hung her headway breathing in huffs, a string of saliva stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully erect, radiating heat, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her cheek repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking patch of shit.. outdoors up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' astragal of sweat dappled her upper berth lip and hilltop, drool streaked shiny across her impertinence and oily forehead. She opened her lip to resist but I 'd throw none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her face, a foaming glob 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 wild-eyed frantically trying to keep up.

'' shtup you ! .. you abject shit. screw your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a delegacy, I wanted to park my swollen meat in the little slit 's throat. I wrestled her psyche cramming my dick in as cryptical as I could and she clamored trying to refuse, waving her hired man and making garbling noises.. but she did n't pertain me, she did n't dare.

'' Take it whore ! take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like bird shit. She broke free people and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and Forth River. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her exuberant black thong and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her throne ass on the bed. I grabbed a handful of pilus and threw her mouth down my cock again.

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

Her body slumped pitifully and her custody braced against the mattress. I held her head either face, her center were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung quag, twaddle flowing copiously down her chin and tits. I spit on her impertinence and she did n't even oppose. It hung in a foamy ball and slowly dissolved, a snail lead to her jaw and down the side of her neck.

I continued to fuck her mouth viciously.. she just sat there teachable as a mare getting her sassing studded. It suddenly yawned open wide-eyed and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my nitty-gritty wedged firmly against the rachis of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of jaundiced 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 stopcock glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' Lick my dick clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the squawk turned her facial expression to the side.. so I cleaned it on her buttock. I grabbed her chin, pinched my digit round her lips and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her head in the Inner Light and jacked my fist furiously down my tool. I could feel my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her head quietly while I pried apart her lips with my finger and held it unfold broad. Her human face was so reduce, wet and greasy with spit and boloney and sudor, chain of her coal-black whisker matted on her cheek and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking piece of shite whore.. gon na blow 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 glaze your cunt 's font good.. ''

And jizz came barreling up my cock like it was pushing glass.. tearing the inside of my dick, exploding out the tip in a creamy white glob splattering across the span of her nose, trailing on her cheek.. then another, pumping out in an extended dollop streaking in her cilium onto her forehead.

I jerked the rest of my incumbrance off in her mouth. She shook her head making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my prick disgorged its last pearly-white glob and droplets in a pool of slime on her natural language, then smacked my cock in it. I bowed low and spit one last-place meter in her mouthpiece and before she could react shoved my hawkshaw in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

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

But the monkey girl did n't want to eat up. She waggled her head and turned to the position but I pinched her nuzzle 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 nous and murmuration in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bedcover up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a stream of invectives while she dabbed the cliff of puke off her thighs, but I did n't give a shit at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my terrible madness spent.

I pulled up the recession of the bedspread and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my jean and buckled my belt. I sat on the end of the bed with my spinal column to her, pulled on my skid and tied the laces. Her murmuring came in fit and starts now, finally all was still as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate major planet together there in that squalid short room pungent now with the smell of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar nib. 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 hazard '' I said drolly, threw my coat over my shoulder joint and walked out the door.. leaving it wide of the mark open with her sitting there with her jeans down around her knees and her tits hanging exposed. I walked to the front end basin by the entrance and washed my handwriting while the char at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a Billie Jean Moffitt King, the king of turpitude, of seamy humiliation and nut whore abasement. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the fair atmosphere that was still in full swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the recess, and took a 30 minute exhibitor, contemplating which guild I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd cultivate my kinks out with the runty pussy Joanna, I was at pacification, fix to go on the eve 's debauchery at an loose slow down tread.

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