narration From the toilet

Joanna the source Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was night. The threshold was subject and the fluorescent light from the paseo outside illuminated the motel room ghastly T. H. White. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking fancy woman would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be family or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't put out me much.. my idea was festering and my torso so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the sign of the zodiac were clear.. no fetching, vivacious twat with her cover girl smile and splayed stage could possibly gratify me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore meat to sack and carve, a gutter bitch who 'd drive my stopcock hammered down her gagging pharynx gladly.. spread her fix opened wide, sniveling with her dentition clenched while I fucked her Robert Brown meaty cunt into hotcake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water supply 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 realism of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how festive it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding baseness always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my mood and the street 's were a unadulterated match. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulders hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throngs on the sidewalk. The aroma of depravity billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my thoughts blooming total darkness. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was knack on revenge. Just any old roll in the hay would n't do, I wanted to hump some lowly whore into cringing pleading meekness.

The Roja was in good Saturday Night swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the Benny Hill, jockeying for position with their headlight ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the street corner motel watching the stir down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the buildings and on the AMEX in short skirts and scoop-necked tops showing lots of succulent brown tit.. the music from the clubs thumped and blared, the barker 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 boots, guerros in t-shirts and short pants, Japanese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the fancy woman on their way to their deary clubhouse and bars. A raucous street isthmus was racing through a numeral around the corner, its drum buffeting maniacally and its horns braying out of tune.

I wound my way through the railcar and made a beeline for the corner of the alleyway where the junky hang out. Some junky hurting for her MEd would give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the wall it looked like a chorus line.. slim down pinch-faced Jana was there.. speedwell with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, scant quiet Alexa with the blue optic. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alley lit with so many colourise lights it looked like a fair fairway. The girls were lined up like pastry in fund windows both sides of the street.. railway car crept slowly down its distance with shadowed males craning their cervix left and right at the bounty of gripe eye-candy on display. The euphony from the bars was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the shouts of the barkers and laugh of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting trough I could n't fend it anymore.

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

Walking in the street beside the argument of parked gondola I was gazing at the whore standing patiently along the edifice and the curb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the tart either position like a river between its cant. Cars and taxis crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the incline with their headlight gleaming.. I raised my arm to screen my oculus and saw a unretentive dark anatomy silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked machine. I stopped curt squinting, trying to prepare her out.

She was bundled in a cord coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her blackened tomentum was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all directions like a blowball after a stiff lead. Her articulatio humeri drooped and her centre were focused on nothing.. she looked stuporous 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 peewee woman of the street I referred to in my journals as the 'monkey-girl', an undeserved slight because she was actually form of cute depending on where in her high school she was. She was bantam, barely 5 feet grandiloquent, dark and soft around the middle, and almost always a cruddy mess.. it was rumored she was a Major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the independent understanding I 'd never lie with her, even though her small prettiness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized piece of tail. She was a cranny and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must own sensed me staring.. whores have this knifelike one-sixth sense about possible client. She looked up suddenly and those dull, jade 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 someone else. She glanced down at the trunk of the car in front of her, pushed her ass off the toughie 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 hired hand and pointed across the street, her eyes never leaving mine.

'' Bueno.. vamos.. '' I told her. I 'd set up my bitch.

She gathered her coat and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of parked railway car 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 close behind. The harlot on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't give a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a anuran on a hot wire. Just watching this trivial half-pint hurrying to get a elbow room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this squawk little brown body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entry off the sidewalk, a short-change walk painted bright turquoise that opened onto a long cementum court. several cages with lowly shuttle were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the pavement you 'd think the stead had all the good luck charm and unruffled civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other whores and knew it 's elbow room were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. hair-raising rooms, rank as animal 's den with the aroma of base hollow sex between alien alienated from their human beings. I liked the home, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the heart-to-heart door at the figurehead and said something to the womanhood inside. A low TV atop a filing cabinet in the niche was blaring a Spanish variety show. The woman turned and scowled at us, held out her hired hand and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. past shedding door and darkened window hung with threadbare sheets to room number 7, right next to the outside handbasin and lav. She pushed the door unresolved 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 spinal column bulwark lengthwise.. a batch of chairwoman leaning alongside a dust-covered desk.. next to the doorway a large windowpane with a twinkle gamy bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite wall an hollow wardrobe console without doors. Two bent telegram 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 fancy woman that night.. the base was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of damp can paper.. wet clod spotted the floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their slobber and the cum of their customers. A vague musky olfactory property of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sickly brilliance of the bare ceiling light bulb electrified me. It was the everlasting sewerage to enact my raw effluent fantasies in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that first hopeful look on the street. Her impulse had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the material study was just begun, and like nigh whores she was trying to devastate as much meter in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat and placed it neatly on the table, walked back to the bed unbuckling her knock.

'' 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 arm. Her corporation was soft, protruding like a child's.. her tit hung heavy, round as softballs, big handfuls of gilded embrown bitch meat with thick, spongelike nipples the color of dark chocolate. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my denim. Joanna did n't displace, did n't even wait at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a light screw thread she 'd found.

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

The poor people piddling cunt was obviously at the tail end of her high. She unzipped her drawers and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panty, bent-grass over and slowly worked them below her knees. Black pubes bushed out in a matte tangle between her thigh. Stuck within the snarl was a turn up pad of toilet paper.

She carefully peeled it off her cunt brim and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the visible 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 know which, but bells started going off in my brain. The office was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sorrow about the wholly endeavor. I abruptly held up my hired hand waggling it back and Forth River 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 chief bowed. I did n't give a asshole, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my dick in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my jeans up my second joint glancing at her unruffled embrown shoulders, her dirty smuggled hair sticking out in maze.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely overlooked the possibility of a blowjob in my haste to provide.

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 cock sucking from this dirty little street whore would befit me just fine, give the piddling twat the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her headspring with both custody and shoved my shaft in her lip.

It was just so fucking lewd.. her rima oris was so damp and warm, her backtalk so eager to sop up dick.. my prick was immediately electrified again. I gripped her oral sex and hunched my dick at her face fuckhole like a dog. This short whore 's mouth was mine to use and clapperclaw anyway I wanted for the price of a pack of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pull up my denim, 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 and nothing to fall back, it was Joanna who was behind the eight nut tonight.

She just sat there docile, her work force in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her aspect to the Christ Within so I could view every scrumptious detail.. lackluster bleak hair snarled in tangles, round brown cheeks and oily pug-nose, lush midst lashes and somewhat eyes that scrunched to my repeated hunches, lips pursed soused then yawning, trembling every prison term I stuck it in her deep.. my dick looked like some tuberous gelatinlike fish, bloated tight and semitransparent, glistening in the illumination sliding repeatedly between her lips, the veins raised and throbbing along its open. She lifted her hired man to take clutches 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 surrender. I pulled out my cock and casually whipped her human face back and Forth River with it.. I pushed it 's wet self-conceited belly against her nose and hunched it up and down, wriggled my clod between her lips and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few Sir Thomas More soundly cockslaps then shoved my nub back in her mouth.

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

'' Suck it squawk, you better suck it thoroughly ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of tough white-hot dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthfuls of slimy white dick 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 react, give me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my turncock and drove her mouth down it just as degenerate and unvoiced as she could, gripping the edge of the mattress her knuckles lily-white, throwing her consistence at it relentlessly, driving it into the back of her pharynx, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

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

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you deplorable dark-brown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your face so hard you 'll be puking up last workweek 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my coxa double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her head word totally immobile while I drove my hawkshaw 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 light composition of core, taking it, saying nothing..

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. cock power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty tool into her warm drooling mouth, pounding it at the book binding of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was frenetic to do it all.. I stove it operose into her cheeks bulging them out one face then the other.. pressed her lips between my fingers till they puckered like a rolled 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 Kuki-Chin and hunched-fucked her gaping mouth madly. I wanted to mount on her face, pin her to the bed and cram every lowest in of my throbbing cock down her throat and squat there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my hand pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy picayune 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 second joint with gleaming gummy drops.

I jerked my jeans down either side till they slid below my human knee and bent into it, jerking her head furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe Andrew William Mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like sour succus. I wanted her throat, my pecker wedged, stuck in it pissed and deep. So far she 'd save her throat clenched plastered 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 lips down it deeper.. trembling lips and eyes clenched tight, her head thrashing side of meat to side trying to break loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst open yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a flow of yellow bum like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the floor 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 turncock. It was fully upright, radiating heating plant, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her cheek repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking art object of shit.. open up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' Beads of sweat dappled her upper lip and brow, slobber streaked shiny across her cheeks and greasy forehead. She opened her backtalk to protest but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then tongue on her expression, a foamy glob that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my cock again yanking her brain back and forth on it furiously while she garbled wild-eyed frantically trying to keep back up.

'' screwing you ! .. you measly shite. screw your dog 's cockhole pharynx ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen essence in the small cunt 's throat. I wrestled her head cramming my hawkshaw in as bass as I could and she clamored trying to refuse, waving her hand and making garbling noises.. but she did n't concern me, she did n't dare.

'' withdraw it whore ! Take it down your fucking pharynx ! .. '' I spit on her os frontale, a big foamy ball that looked like razzing shit. She broke free and reared back whining.. her optic were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and Forth River. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her lucullan bootleg cilium and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish people, but not moving from her stool rear on the bed. I grabbed a handful of tomentum and threw her lip down my pecker again.

'' Fucking tart ! You 'll read 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 centre were scrunched tight in pain and her mouth hung slack, tarradiddle flowing copiously down her Kuki-Chin and titmouse. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even react. It hung in a spumy glob and slowly dissolved, a snail trail to her jaw and down the face of her neck.

I continued to fuck her rima oris viciously.. she just sat there teachable as a mare getting her back talk studded. It suddenly yawned open up panoptic and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the back of her pharynx. She bucked and disgorged another spew of white-livered rotter warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't actuate an in while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my prick glistening and swaying an column inch from her nose.

'' poke my hawkshaw clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the squawk turned her face to the side.. so I cleaned it on her brass. 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 typeface again.

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her head in the light 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 caput quietly while I pried apart her lips with my fingers and held it open wide. Her font was so melt off, wet and greasy with expectoration and tommyrot and stew, strand of her coal-black fuzz matted on her nerve and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking piece of darn whore.. gon na blow my creamy wad all over your puke drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog inwardness whore.. got a big load of creamy cum for ya, gon na glaze your cunt 's human face good.. ''

And jizz came barreling up my rooster like it was pushing glass.. tearing the inside of my dick, exploding out the tip in a creamy whiten clump splattering across the bridge of her nose, trailing on her cheek.. then another, pumping out in an stretch dollop streaking in her lash onto her forehead.

I jerked the rest of my load off in her backtalk. She shook her psyche making interference protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in billet while my putz disgorged its last pearly globs and droplets in a syndicate of slime on her knife, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one finally clock time in her mouth and before she could respond shoved my putz in, pushing my wad and my saliva down her throat.

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

But the scamp young woman did n't want to withdraw. She waggled her head and turned to the side 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 brain and murmur in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the bed cover up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a stream of vitriol while she dabbed the pearl of puke off her thighs, but I did n't founder a shit at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my awful fury spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bed covering and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my jean and buckled my bash. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my shoes and tied the lace. Her grumbling came in fit and startle now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate planets together there in that squalid little elbow room pungent now with the smell of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar bill. She looked at it then up at me distressed, started jabbering excitedly, pointing to the stinker 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 blanket undefended with her sitting there with her jeans down around her genu and her teat hanging exposed. I walked to the front washbasin by the incoming 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 Riley B King, the king of depravity, of squalid abasement and junky whore abjection. I strolled back along the streets now totally at relaxation among the carnival atmosphere that was still in full swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the corner, and took a 30 bit shower, contemplating which club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd worked my twist out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at serenity, ready to continue the even 's drunken revelry at an easy relax pace.

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