Tales From the Gutter

Joanna the seed Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was non-white. The room access was open and the fluorescent igniter from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly Stanford White. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking woman of the street would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be family or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't annoy me much.. my mind was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a tedious furuncle, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious twat with her lovely smile and splayed peg could possibly satisfy me tonight.. tonight I wanted sleazy whore meat to strip and carve, a gutter bitch who 'd strike my stopcock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hole open wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brownish meaty slit into battercake batsman. I stumbled from the bed and threw some body of water on my face.

'' You 're a maculate swinger 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 thing how festive it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding baseness always puts me on edge at low. But this evening my climate and the street 's were a perfect lucifer. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my articulatio humeri hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The odour of turpitude billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my cerebration bloody black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent grass on revenge. Just any old fuck would n't do, I wanted to fuck some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in full Saturday night swing. Constitucion was packed with railroad car moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the quoin motel watching the stir down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the buildings and on the Curb in short skirts and scoop-necked tops showing good deal of succulent brownness tit.. the music from the ball club thumped and blared, the doggy were doing their fast-patter bunco as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalk and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered straw hat and bright thrill, guerros in T-shirt and poor pant, Japanese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the tart on their way to their favorite club and bars. A raucous street lot was racing through a figure around the nook, its drum pounding maniacally and its horn braying out of tune.

I wound my way through the cars and made a beeline for the quoin of the alleyway where the junkies hang out. Some junky hurting for her meds would pass me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the paries it looked like a chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. speedwell with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, short smooth Alexa with the downcast eyes. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many dark illumination it looked like a carnival fairway. The girlfriend were lined up like pastry dough in store windows both position of the street.. cars crept slowly down its length with shady male person craning their necks left and right at the premium of kick eye-candy on video display. The music from the streak was cacophonic, colliding and mixing with the call of the doggie and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting till I could n't suffer it anymore.

'' clock time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the clock time I returned the bitches upstairs servicing customers would be back on the corner waiting for another tool to suck and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mood was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the multitude crowding the intersection and headed up US Constitution.

walking in the street beside the wrinkle of park cars I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the building and the check. The sidewalk were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whores either side like a river between its banking company. Cars and taxis 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 short dark figure silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked cars. I stopped short-change squinting, trying to make her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy pelage sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her opprobrious hair was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all focal point like a dandelion after a stiff wind. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked dazed staring blankly at the trunk of the car before her, her face drooping like wax with a sullen gloom. She appeared lost, as though she knew once where she was headed and for what but had somehow forgotten along the way.

It was Joanna, the shrimp cocotte I referred to in my journals as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved slight because she was actually kind of cute depending on where in her high she was. She was tiny, barely 5 feet magniloquent, dark-skinned and soft around the center, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a Major newsboy of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main reason I 'd never love her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized fucking. She was a cleft and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent Ishmael whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. whores have this acute sixth sentience about possible client. She looked up suddenly and those dull, jade gloom-filled optic 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 soul else. She glanced down at the torso of the car in front of her, pushed her ass off the thug behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

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

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

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

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of parked gondola without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her pelage like a house frau in bathrobe and bedchamber slider with me nigh behind. The lady of pleasure on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't kick in a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this picayune half-pint hurrying to get a room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't expect to get this cunt slight Brown body splayed and au naturel, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a myopic walkway painted bright greenish blue that opened onto a yearn cement courtyard. Several cages with small birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd consider the place had all the spell and tranquillize civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with early woman of the street and knew it 's room were as seamy as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish room, social rank as animate being 's hideout with the tone of base hollow sex between alien alienated from their human beings. I liked the place, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open threshold at the front line and said something to the cleaning lady inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the niche 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.. past desquamation doorway and darkened window hung with threadbare bed sheet to room number 7, right side by side to the outside washbasin and toilet. She pushed the door opened and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as vile as I remembered. A lordotic mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained bed covering worn to fix was pushed against the hinder rampart lengthwise.. a stack of chairwoman leaning alongside a stale desk.. next to the door a large window with a light gamy bed shroud pinned to its frame.. on the opposite wall an empty press cabinet 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 dozens of whores that night.. the floor was littered with used rubber and crumpled gobs of moist toilet paper.. wet ball spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their tosh and the cum of their customer. A vague musky scent of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this squawk naked and fucking her like an animal in the sickly glare of the bare roof bulb electrified me. It was the sodding sewer to enact my raw effluent fantasies in.

Joanna said null, she had n't glanced at me once since that first wannabee looking on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the real workplace was just begun, and like virtually working girl she was trying to neutralise as much prison term 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 straits and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the sleeve. Her tummy was diffuse, protruding like a child's.. her tits hung heavy, round as softball, big handfuls of grand Brown squawk meat with thick, spongelike nipples the coloring material of dark cocoa. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the pap and waggled it while I squeezed my putz through my denim. Joanna did n't be active, did n't even attend at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a loose yarn 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 jeans watching her closely.

The short little cunt was obviously at the tail end of her high. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her scanty, bent grass over and slowly worked them below her knees. Black pubes bushed out in a matted snarl between her thighs. Stuck within the maze was a fold up pad of toilet paper.

She carefully peeled it off her slit lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a long yellow soil ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't recognise which, but Bell started going off in my brain. The berth was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my soundbox simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening gloominess about the whole attempt. I abruptly held up my hired man waggling it back and Forth River saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my jeans back up.

She crumpled despondent on the sharpness of the bed with her shoulder joint slumped and head bowed. I did n't yield a prick, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to hold fast my dick in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my jeans up my thighs glancing at her fluid brown shoulder joint, her dirty black hair sticking out in snarls.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely omit the theory of a blowjob in my hurriedness to leave.

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 cock sucking from this smutty trivial street whore would befit me just fine, give the little bitch the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head with both manpower and shoved my dick in her back talk.

It was just so fuck lewd.. her lip was so moist and warm, her lips so eager to suck dick.. my putz was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my tool at her nerve fuckhole like a dog. This slight whore 's rima oris was mine to use and abuse anyway I wanted for the monetary value of a ring of coffin nail. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my blue jean, 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 gain ground and nothing to lose, it was Joanna who was behind the eight clod tonight.

She just sat there docile, her paw in her lap like a half au naturel obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her face to the light so I could watch every delicious detail.. lackluster dim hair snarled in tangles, round brown cheeks and oily pug-nose, lush thick eyelash and pretty center that scrunched to my reiterate suspicion, lips pursed tight then yawning, trembling every prison term I stuck it in her deep.. my tool looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated crocked and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her lips, the nervure raised and throbbing along its aerofoil. She lifted her script to claim appreciation of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a tranquillise state of surrender. I pulled out my tool and casually whipped her brass back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her back talk and told her to sop up on them. I gave her a few Sir Thomas More just cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her sassing.

'' You expect me to do all the study, whore ? Suck my osseous tissue 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 cunt, you better suck 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 bloodless dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her reception. Whores sometimes did n't study kindly to my blunt racialist remark but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd react, hold me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my tool and aim her mouth down it just as degenerate and grueling as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her metacarpophalangeal joint white, throwing her body at it relentlessly, driving it into the back of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't empathise 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 tone just rolled off this little fancy woman like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable Brown mutt.. your oral fissure is mine, I 'm gon na have it away your face so hard you 'll be puking up last week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my rose hip double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her head totally immobile while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, bent over and hand-slapped her face two or three times.. she sat there shoulders hunched, squinting, her lower lip flapping like a free slice of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. tool big businessman supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty cock into her warm drooling back talk, pounding it at the back of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without chasteness, and I was frantic to do it all.. I stove it hard into her impudence bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her lip between my fingerbreadth till they puckered like a rolled pussy and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hair's-breadth 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 mouth madly. I wanted to mount on her expression, pin her to the bed and cram every last in of my throbbing cock down her throat and squat there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my handwriting pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy little fuck.. you piece of shit slobbering whore.. '', as baloney copiously rippled over her lips down her chin, waggling then falling peppering her mamilla, tummy and thighs with gleaming pasty drops.

I jerked my denim down either side of meat till they slid below my knee joint and bent into it, jerking her head furiously down my stopcock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the bilgewater rippling down her chin like ferment juices. I wanted her throat, my putz wedged, stuck in it tight and deep. So far she 'd continue her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could pound at her pharynx fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her head and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her lips down it deeper.. trembling backtalk and middle clenched tight, her question thrashing side to side trying to transgress loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of yellow so-and-so like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the level beside the bed. She hung her point breathing in huffs, a string of saliva stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my peter. It was fully tumid, radiating rut, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her impudence repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking composition of shit.. subject up your dirty trollop 's mouth.. '' beadwork of sweat dappled her upper berth lip and hilltop, drool streaked glistening across her cheeks and greasy forehead. She opened her oral cavity to protest but I 'd take in none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her human face, a effervescing clod that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her back talk onto my cock again yanking her school principal back and forth on it furiously while she garbled romantic frantically trying to hold back up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you miserable shit. Fuck your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen meat in the little slit 's pharynx. I wrestled her top dog cramming my dick in as deep as I could and she clamored trying to resist, waving her hands and making garbling noises.. but she did n't equal me, she did n't dare.

'' charter it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her brow, a big foamy chunk that looked like bird shit. 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 lush black lashes and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her commode place on the bed. I grabbed a smattering of pilus and threw her sass down my cock again.

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

Her body slumped pitifully and her hands braced against the mattress. I held her headland either incline, her eyes were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung slack, drool flowing copiously down her chin and bosom. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even react. It hung in a foamy glob and slowly dissolved, a snail track to her jaw and down the side of meat of her neck.

I continued to hump her oral cavity viciously.. she just sat there docile as a female horse getting her sassing studded. It suddenly yawned undefendable wide and she waggled her head word back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the rachis of her pharynx. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellow puke warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't affect an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a Hydra, my cock glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' Lick my dick clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the kick turned her look to the side.. so I cleaned it on her cheek. I grabbed her mentum, pinched my fingers 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 light source and jacked my clenched fist furiously down my cock. I could feel my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her head word quietly while I pried apart her back talk with my fingerbreadth and held it overt wide. Her aspect was so slim, wet and oily with expectoration and drool and stew, chain of her sooty hair matted on her nerve and frontal bone.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking composition of shit whore.. gon na flub 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 puss 's face good.. ''

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

I jerked the ease of my lode off in her mouth. She shook her capitulum making noises protesting but I had my ovolo locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my shaft disgorged its last pearly clod and droplets in a kitty of slime on her clapper, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one last time in her mouth and before she could respond shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my spitting down her throat.

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

But the monkey around miss did n't need to swallow. She waggled her head teacher and turned to the English but I pinched her nose 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 grumble in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her facial expression with it. She kept up a stream of invective while she dabbed the drop curtain of bum off her thighs, but I did n't give a motherfucker at that point.. I was finished with the twat, my wicked 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 dorsum to her, pulled on my shoes and tied the lacing. Her mutter came in fits and starts now, finally all was serenity as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate planets together there in that flyblown little room pungent now with the odor of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar flier. 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 shoulders and walked out the door.. leaving it wide unfastened with her sitting there with her jeans down around her genu and her boob hanging exposed. I walked to the presence river basin by the entry and washed my hands while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entering to the street again. I felt like a king, the king of degeneracy, of squalid abasement and drug addict working girl degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival atmosphere that was still in full-of-the-moon swing.. back to my way at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the box, and took a 30 minute shower, contemplating which nine I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my kinks out with the runty pussy Joanna, I was at peace, ready to go along the evening 's bacchanal at an easygoing unbend pace.

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