Tales From the Gutter

Joanna the germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was shadow. The door was capable and the fluorescent fixture light from the walk outside illuminated the motel room ghastly Edward Douglas White Jr.. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking bawd 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 judgement was festering and my torso so agitated it was doing a slack boiling point, the polarity were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her lovely smile and splayed pegleg could possibly fulfill me tonight.. tonight I wanted tawdry whore meat to plunder and carve, a gutter gripe who 'd assume my stopcock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her golf hole spread out wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brownish meaty cunt into flapcake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water on my face.

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

The world of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no thing how festal it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding baseness always puts me on border at initiatory. But this night my mood and the street 's were a arrant match. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulder joint hunched and my stage jerking me spasmodically through the multitude on the sidewalk. The olfactory property of putrefaction billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my cerebration fucking black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on retaliation. Just any old fuck would n't do, I wanted to roll in the hay some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in full Sat night swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the James Jerome Hill, jockeying for position with their headlamp ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony railing of the corner motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up shoulder joint to shoulder against the edifice and on the curbs in myopic skirts and scoop-necked upper side showing caboodle of succulent brown tit.. the euphony 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 sidewalk and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered straw chapeau and shiny boots, guerros in t-shirts and poor pants, Japanese business community, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whores on their way to their favorite clubs and bars. A raucous street band was racing through a issue around the corner, its drum pounding maniacally and its automobile horn braying out of melodic phrase.

I wound my way through the car and made a beeline for the corner of the back street where the junky hang out. Some junky hurting for her meds would give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the wall it looked like a chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. Veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, brusque quiet Alexa with the downcast eyes. I 'd fucked respective and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the back street lit with so many colourise lights it looked like a carnival fairway. The girls were lined up like pastries in memory board windows both sides of the street.. cars crept slowly down its length with shadowed male craning their necks left and mightily at the amplitude of kick eye-candy on display. The music from the bars was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the outcry of the barkers and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting boulder clay I could n't digest it anymore.

'' sentence for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the sentence I returned the gripe upstairs servicing customers would be back on the street corner waiting for another cock to go down on and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My modality was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the throng crowding the intersection and headed up US Constitution.

walking in the street beside the line of parked cars I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the buildings and the curb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the prostitute either position like a river between its banks. railway car and taxis crested the James Jerome Hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the slope with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to shield my heart and saw a myopic darkness fig silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked railway car. I stopped shortsighted 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 ignominious hair was snarled, wisps and maze stuck out in all directions like a dandelion after a pissed twist. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked dazed staring blankly at the bole 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 woman of the street 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 tall, dusky and balmy around the center, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a John R. Major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the principal reasonableness I 'd never fucked her, even though her lowly cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized fucking. She was a pass and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) addict, and the street 's preeminent castaway whore.

She must have sensed me staring.. whore have this acute one-sixth sensation about possible customers. She looked up suddenly and those dull, weary 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 someone else. She glanced down at the body of the car in social movement 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 handwriting and pointed across the street, her center never leaving mine.

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

She gathered her coating and side-stepped out and scurried down the production line of parked railcar without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her pelage like a home frau in bathrobe and bedroom slipper with me close behind. The woman of the street on the pavement stared at us quizzically but I did n't kick in a fuck.. my encephalon was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot wire. Just watching this small half-pint hurrying to get a room before I changed my intellect was a turn-on.. I could n't await to get this bitches little chocolate-brown body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing hammer.

She turned into an entree off the pavement, a little walkway painted smart turquoise that opened onto a longsighted cement courtyard. several John Cage with humble chick were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the pavement you 'd think the office had all the appeal and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other cyprian and knew it 's rooms were as seedy as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish way, rank as animal 's dens with the smell of cornerstone hollow sex between strangers alienated from their humanity. I liked the billet, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the unfold door at the front end and said something to the cleaning lady inside. A little TV atop a filing cabinet in the box was blaring a Spanish variety appearance. The woman turned and scowled at us, held out her script and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. past desquamation doorway and darkened windows hung with old-hat sheets to room number 7, right side by side to the outside washbasin and toilet. She pushed the door open and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as disgusting as I remembered. A swayback mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained counterpane worn to holes was pushed against the backrest wall lengthwise.. a stack of electric chair leaning alongside a stale desk.. next to the door a large window with a alight blue bed weather sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite wall an vacate wardrobe locker without doors. Two bent wire hangers hung askance from the wooden rod inside. The wire hangers did it for me.. summing-up the sad vanity of the place.

It 'd already been used by dozens of whores that night.. the floor was littered with used condoms and crumpled rafts of moist stool paper.. wet globs spotted the story round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drivel and the cum of their customer. A vague musky odor of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the mentation of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sallow glower of the bare roof incandescent lamp electrified me. It was the double-dyed gutter to enact my raw effluent fancy in.

Joanna said cypher, she had n't glanced at me once since that first hopeful look on the street. Her impulse had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the real employment was just begun, and like virtually whores she was trying to waste as practically time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coating 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 head and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the sleeves. Her breadbasket was diffused, protruding like a child's.. her nipple hung heavy, round as playground ball, big handfuls of sumptuous brown bitch meat with midst, spongy nipples the vividness of dark chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the mamilla and waggled it while I squeezed my dick through my denim. Joanna did n't prompt, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a wanton thread she 'd found.

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

The poor little puss was obviously at the tail end of her senior high school. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her pantie, bent over and slowly worked them below her knees. Black pubes bushed out in a entangle tangle between her thighs. Stuck within the tangle was a folded pad of toilet paper.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light source. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a yearn yellowish stain ran down the middle.. twat goo or cum, I did n't experience which, but bells 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 unhurt endeavor. 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 boundary of the bed with her shoulder slumped and head bowed. I did n't have a cocksucker, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to baffle my dick in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my jeans up my thigh glancing at her placid brown berm, her dirty black whisker sticking out in snarls.

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

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

'' Cinco ? '' she queried tentatively, without raising her school principal.

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 cock sucking from this filthy little street whore would suit me just ticket, pay the piffling pussy the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a Holy Scripture, clasped her head with both hands and shoved my dick in her lip.

It was just so screw lewd.. her mouth was so moist and warm, her lips so bore to give suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my cock at her cheek fuckhole like a dog. This fiddling whore 's mouth was mine to use and ill-use anyway I wanted for the monetary value of a pack of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my jeans, throw her a clam and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that precious medicine of hers goodbye. I had everything to acquire and nothing to suffer, it was Joanna who was behind the eight ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her hands in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her face to the lighter so I could watch every yummy detail.. lusterless black hair snarled in tangles, round browned nerve and oily short-nosed, lush thick lashes and passably eyes that scrunched to my repeated intuition, sass pursed squiffy then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my putz looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated tight and semitransparent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her sassing, the veins raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her manus to take storage area of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a unruffled state of giving up. I pulled out my pecker and casually whipped her face back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet well up belly against her horn in and hunched it up and down, wriggled my nut between her lips and told her to take up on them. I gave her a few to a greater extent salutary cockslaps then shoved my core back in her oral fissure.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you serious suck it respectable ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican oral cavity is for.. sucking-up slabs of severe white dick-meat.. guzzling down taste of slimy white dick cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her reply. Whores sometimes did n't film 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 turn my cock and drove her mouth down it just as truehearted and hard as she could, gripping the bound of the mattress her knuckles white-hot, 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 understand a word of English people, do you puta ? '' She glanced up then down again keeping her frenetic pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in intelligence and tone just rolled off this little tart like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable brown mutt.. your mouthpiece is mine, I 'm gon na make love your nerve so hard you 'll be puking up finish week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my rosehip double fast and hard at her slobbering backtalk, holding her head totally fast while I drove my prick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, bent over and hand-slapped her typeface two or three times.. she sat there shoulder joint hunched, squinting, her lower lip flapping like a promiscuous firearm of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. putz power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty shaft into her warm drooling mouthpiece, pounding it at the dorsum 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 impudence bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her sass between my fingers till they puckered like a roam pussy and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck opening and gripped her hairsbreadth 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 rima oris madly. I wanted to climb on her expression, pin her to the bed and cram every last inch of my throbbing shaft down her throat and squat there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my script pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy little fuck.. you piece of shit slobbering whore.. '', as drool copiously rippled over her lips down her chin, waggling then falling peppering her tits, tummy and second joint with gleaming viscid drops.

I jerked my jeans down either side till they slid below my human knee and bent into it, jerking her principal furiously down my pecker like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe Andrew W. Mellon, the drool rippling down her Kuki like fermented juices. I wanted her throat, my dick wedged, stuck in it tight and rich. So far she 'd kept her throat clenched sloshed 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 lip down it deeper.. trembling lips and eyes clenched tight, her straits thrashing side to side trying to fracture loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst spread yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of yellow lowlife like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the story beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in miff, a string of saliva stretching in a refined arc from her lip to the end of my stopcock. It was fully set up, radiating heat energy, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her buttock repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking piece of shit.. open up your dirty fornicatress 's mouth.. '' Beads of perspiration dappled her speed lip and brow, drivel streaked glistening across her boldness and sebaceous forehead. She opened her mouth to resist but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her aspect, a effervescing glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my cock again yanking her capitulum back and forth on it furiously while she garbled wild-eyed frantically trying to keep up.

'' fucking you ! .. you miserable tinker's dam. piece of tail your dog 's cockhole pharynx ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my tumesce meat in the slight cunt 's throat. I wrestled her head cramming my gumshoe in as bass as I could and she clamored trying to resist, waving her hands and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' deal it whore ! get it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like doll shit. She broke resign and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head teacher back and forth. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her riotous black cilium and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her potty tail end on the bed. I grabbed a smattering of hair 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 hands braced against the mattress. I held her psyche either side, her eyes were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung slack, drool flowing copiously down her Chin and tit. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even react. It hung in a effervescing ball and slowly dissolved, a escargot trail to her jaw and down the position of her neck.

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

'' Lick my hawkshaw clean and jerk you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the bitch turned her face to the side.. so I cleaned it on her cheek. I grabbed her chin, pinched my digit round her lips and fucked her back talk like a pussy.

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

She went strangely tranquillise. I tilted back her caput in the sparkle and jacked 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 lips with my fingers and held it unresolved spacious. Her case was so slimed, wet and greasy with expectoration and bosh and sudor, strand of her pitchy hair matted on her impertinence and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking slice of tinker's dam whore.. gon na botch my creamy wad all over your vomitus drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big lading of creamy cum for ya, gon na glaze your cunt 's face good.. ''

And jizz came barreling up my rooster like it was pushing glass.. tearing the inside of my tool, 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 prolonged dollop streaking in her lash onto her forehead.

I jerked the quietus of my load off in her mouth. She shook her question making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in berth while my tool disgorged its hold up pearly globs and droplets in a kitty of slime on her lingua, then smacked my cock in it. I bowed low and spit one hold up time in her backtalk and before she could respond shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

'' Swallow it puta, swallow every drib you scummy cocksucking shit.. ''

But the potter girl did n't want to swallow. She waggled her head and turned to the side but I pinched her nozzle 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 header and mussitation in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the counterpane up and wiping her nerve with it. She kept up a stream of vituperation while she dabbed the drop-off of puke off her second joint, but I did n't gift a dogshit at that point.. I was finished with the pussy, my dread wildness spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bed cover and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my denim and buckled my bang. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my shoes and tied the lacing. Her murmur came in fits and starts now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleansing, as though we were on separate planets together there in that seedy piffling room pungent now with the smell of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar vizor. 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 berm and walked out the door.. leaving it wide assailable with her sitting there with her jeans down around her knees and her tits hanging exposed. I walked to the strawman basin by the entrance and washed my work force while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a king, the mogul of depravity, of sordid humiliation and junky whore debasement. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival atmosphere that was still in entire swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the corner, and took a 30 min shower, contemplating which club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd play my kinks out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at ataraxis, quick to retain the eventide 's debauchery at an easy relaxed gait.

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