narration From the Gutter

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was saturnine. The doorway was loose and the fluorescent light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly Theodore Harold White. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? ass me.. '' The best-looking whores 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 ho-hum boil, the mansion were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her lovely smiling and rotate legs could possibly satisfy me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheesy whore nitty-gritty to rape and carve, a gutter bitch who 'd lease my cock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her cakehole undecided wide, sniveling with her tooth clenched while I fucked her brownish meaty cunt into pancake batsman. I stumbled from the bed and threw some piss on my face.

'' You 're a marked-up 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 night my modality and the street 's were a perfect match. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my articulatio humeri hunched and my stage jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The scent of degeneracy billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my thoughts bloody melanise. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent 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 Sabbatum night swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rails of the street corner motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the buildings and on the curbing in suddenly bird and scoop-necked tops showing lots of succulent brown tit.. the euphony from the gild thumped and blared, the barker were doing their fast-patter stir as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalks and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered stalk hats and shiny boots, guerros in t-shirts and short pants, Japanese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the cocotte on their way to their deary golf-club and taproom. A raucous street band was racing through a figure around the street corner, its drum throbbing maniacally and its horns braying out of tune.

I wound my way through the cars and made a beeline for the corner of the alleyway where the junkies 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, short quiet Alexa with the down center. I 'd fucked respective and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many colored brightness level it looked like a carnival fairway. The girlfriend were lined up like pastries in stock Windows both side of meat of the street.. railcar crept slowly down its length with shadowed males craning their neck left and right at the bounty of cunt eye-candy on exhibit. The music from the bars was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the outcry of the doggie and laugh 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 kick upstairs servicing customers would be back on the recess waiting for another cock to suck and engage up their well-lubed fuckhole. My modality was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the throng crowding the Cartesian product and headed up composition.

walk in the street beside the bloodline of parked elevator car I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the buildings and the curbing. The pavement were crowded with men.. they flowed between the fancy woman either side like a river between its money box. machine and taxis crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the incline with their headlamp gleaming.. I raised my arm to shield my eyes and saw a short wickedness pattern silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two park automobile. I stopped myopic 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 black hair was snarled, wisps and tangle stuck out in all counselling like a dandelion after a corpse twist. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked foggy staring blankly at the trunk of the car before her, her face drooping like wax with a sullen gloominess. 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 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, dark-skinned and soft around the midriff, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the primary rationality I 'd never bonk her, even though her pocket-size cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized fucking. She was a crack and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) nut, and the street 's preeminent castaway whore.

She must bear sensed me staring.. whores have this acute one-sixth common sense about possible customer. She looked up suddenly and those dull, weary gloom-filled eyes of hers momentarily cleared and locked on mine. I stepped forward leaning close.

'' Cuanto para fucky-sucky ? '' I asked her.

She suddenly looked distracted as though she thought I was talking to individual 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 wavy smile.

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

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

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

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of park cars without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the dealings, shuffling and clutching her coat like a planetary house frau in bathrobe and bedroom slippers with me close behind. The prostitute on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't founder a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a toad on a hot conducting wire. Just watching this lilliputian runt hurrying to get a room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't await to get this bitches little brown consistence splayed and bare, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a suddenly paseo painted bright aquamarine that opened onto a retentive cement courtyard. Several cages with pocket-size hiss were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd think the blank space had all the charm and lull politeness of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other whores and knew it 's rooms were as seamy as any I 'd ever seen.. bloodcurdling rooms, rank as animal 's hideaway with the olfactory perception of theme hollow sex between alien alienated from their human race. I liked the place, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the candid 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 potpourri 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 peeling doors and darkened windows hung with threadbare sheets to room routine 7, right next to the extraneous basin and toilet. She pushed the doorway open and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as disgusting as I remembered. A swaybacked mattress covered with a thin, grease-stained bed covering worn to holes was pushed against the indorse wall lengthwise.. a good deal of chairs leaning alongside a cold desk.. next to the room access a large window with a light patrician bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite bulwark an hollow closet storage locker without room access. Two bended 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 scads of harlot that night.. the floor was littered with used condom and crumpled mickle of moist bathroom paper.. wet globs spotted the story round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drool and the cum of their customers. A vague musky odor of tense, expended swither and cum permeated the place.. the sentiment of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sallow limelight of the bare ceiling bulb electrified me. It was the arrant sewer to reenact my raw effluent phantasy in.

Joanna said zippo, she had n't glanced at me once since that firstly wannabee face on the street. Her impulse had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like nearly woman of the street she was trying to waste as much time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the board, walked back to the bed unbuckling her bang.

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

She pulled it over her head and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the sleeves. Her tummy was subdued, protruding like a child's.. her titty hung heavy, round as softball, big handfuls of sumptuous John Brown bitch kernel with thick, squashy nipples the color of night chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the teat and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my jeans. Joanna did n't motivate, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her tits 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 smack before laying back on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and started wriggling down my jean watching her closely.

The short little slit was obviously at the tail end of her high. She unzipped her gasp and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panty, bent over and slowly worked them below her stifle. Black pubes bushed out in a snarl tangle between her thigh. Stuck within the snarl was a folded pad of lav composition.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the light. I cocked my headspring to see and shuddered.. a long yellowed spot ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't jazz which, but bells started going off in my brain. The billet was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my dead body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the unhurt endeavor. I abruptly held up my mitt 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 shoulders slumped and head bowed. I did n't give a crap, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to bewilder my dick in that foul oozing puss of hers. I worked my jeans up my thigh glancing at her placid brown articulatio humeri, her dirty black tomentum sticking out in snarls.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely pretermit the theory of a blowjob in my rush to go away.

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 blowjob from this lousy footling street whore would suit me just fine, hold the little cunt the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her foreland with both hands and shoved my dick in her lip.

It was just so have intercourse lewd.. her sass was so damp and fond, her lips so bore to suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my cock at her face fuckhole like a dog. This little cocotte 's mouth was mine to use and pervert anyway I wanted for the cost of a mob of fag. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and displume up my jeans, throw her a dollar sign and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that precious medicine of hers goodbye. I had everything to gain and zip to misplace, it was Joanna who was behind the eight lump tonight.

She just sat there docile, her hands in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her lip for awhile, then tilted her human face to the light so I could watch every delicious detail.. lusterless black-market fuzz snarled in tangle, round brown cheeks and oily pug-nose, lush thick lash and pretty centre that scrunched to my repeated intuition, lip pursed miserly then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my putz looked like some tuberous gelatinous Pisces, bloated pixilated and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her lips, the vein raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her hand to contain keep of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a placidity commonwealth of capitulation. I pulled out my cock and casually whipped her human face back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet well up belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her lips and told her to lactate on them. I gave her a few to a greater extent good cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her mouth.

'' You expect me to do all the study, whore ? sucking my ivory 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 kick, you good suck it skillful ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of knockout white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthful of wretched E. B. White gumshoe cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her response. Whores sometimes did n't take kindly to my blunt racist comments but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd oppose, give me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my cock and drove her back talk down it just as fast and hard as she could, gripping the bound of the mattress her knuckles Elwyn Brooks White, throwing her body at it relentlessly, driving it into the rear of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

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

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable brown mutt.. your lip is mine, I 'm gon na love your human face so hard you 'll be puking up lowest week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my pelvic arch treble fast and hard at her slobbering back talk, holding her headland totally immobile while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

I pulled out, bent over and hand-slapped her typeface two or three times.. she sat there shoulders hunched, squinting, her turn down lip flapping like a loose composition of meat, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. ruffle mogul supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty cock into her ardent drooling mouth, pounding it at the vertebral column of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was frenetic to do it all.. I stove it heavy into her face bulging them out one incline then the other.. pressed her lips between my fingers till they puckered like a trilled pussy and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hair and threw her mouth down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her chin up 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 hand pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy trivial fuck.. you piece of shit slobbering whore.. '', as bosh copiously rippled over her lips down her Kuki, waggling then falling peppering her mamilla, tummy and thigh with gleaming viscous drops.

I jerked my dungaree down either side till they slid below my knees and bent into it, jerking her promontory furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like fermented succus. I wanted her pharynx, my cock wedged, stuck in it tight and cryptical. So far she 'd kept her pharynx clenched crocked and evaded it, I could dog pound at her throat fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her forefront and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her sassing down it deeper.. trembling lips and centre clenched tight, her head thrashing side of meat to side trying to bring out loose..

Her backtalk suddenly burst out-of-doors yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of chicken bum like squash rackets soup gushed out and splashed to the flooring beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in huffs, a chain of spittle stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully set up, radiating heat, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her buttock repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking piece of shit.. open up your dirty jade 's mouth.. '' Beads of sweat dappled her upper berth lip and eyebrow, bosh streaked glazed across her cheeks and greasy forehead. She opened her lip to protest but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her face, a foamy glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my cock again yanking her nous back and Forth on it furiously while she garbled romantic frantically trying to keep open up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you scummy shit. nooky your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my self-conceited meat in the lilliputian cunt 's throat. I wrestled her head word cramming my tool 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.

'' accept it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy glob that looked like bird tinker's dam. She broke free and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her promontory back and forth. I bent low and sprayed saliva sparkling in her lush sinister lashes and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her throne seat on the bed. I grabbed a handful of tomentum and threw her mouth down my cock again.

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

Her body slumped pitifully and her custody braced against the mattress. I held her head either side, her optic were scrunched tight in pain and her brim hung slack, taradiddle flowing copiously down her chin and mammilla. I spit on her face and she did n't even oppose. It hung in a spumy chunk and slowly dissolved, a escargot trail to her jaw and down the side of meat of her neck.

I continued to fuck her lip viciously.. she just sat there docile as a female horse getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned unresolved wide and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my essence wedged firmly against the back of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellow crumb warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't incite an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my peter glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' salt lick my dick clean and jerk you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the squawk turned her human face to the side.. so I cleaned it on her buttock. I grabbed her chin, pinched my finger's breadth round her lips and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her nous in the luminousness and jacked my clenched fist furiously down my cock. I could finger my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her headspring quietly while I pried apart her lips with my finger and held it candid wide. Her face was so reduce, wet and oily with spit and drool and sweat, Strand of her jet-black hair's-breadth matted on her impudence and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking firearm of whoreson whore.. gon na blow my creamy wad all over your vomit drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big load of creamy cum for ya, gon na glaze your bitch 's face good.. ''

And jizz came barreling up my cock like it was pushing glass.. tearing the interior of my dick, exploding out the tip in a creamy tweed 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 rest of my load off in her mouth. She shook her forefront making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in post while my peter disgorged its last pearly chunk and droplets in a pool of goo on her clapper, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one last time in her sass and before she could react shoved my dick in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

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

But the monkey girl did n't want to swallow. She waggled her head and turned to the face but I pinched her nose and held her chin up cursing her until my cum slithered down her throat, and that set her off whining again. She complained vehemently, shaking her nous and muttering in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her boldness with it. She kept up a stream of invectives while she dabbed the drops of rotter off her thigh, but I did n't grant a shit at that point.. I was finished with the bitch, my terrible violence spent.

I pulled up the niche of the counterpane and wiped my glistening drool-covered rooster, quickly pulled up my jeans and buckled my belt. I sat on the end of the bed with my backbone to her, pulled on my brake shoe and tied the laces. Her muttering came in burst and starts now, finally all was pipe down as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on discriminate satellite together there in that squalid little room pungent now with the olfactory modality 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 pelage over my shoulder and walked out the door.. leaving it wide open with her sitting there with her jeans down around her human knee and her knocker hanging exposed. I walked to the nominal head basinful by the entrance and washed my hands while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the entrance to the street again. I felt like a king, the business leader of putrefaction, of squalid humiliation and nut cyprian degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the funfair atmosphere that was still in replete swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my apparel in the street corner, and took a 30 min shower, contemplating which club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my kinks out with the runty bitch Joanna, I was at ataraxis, ready to continue the evening 's riot at an easy relaxed pace.

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