narrative From the gutter

Joanna the source Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The door was give and the fluorescent fixture light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? fucking me.. '' The best-looking harlot 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 head was festering and my body so agitated it was doing a slow boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her lovely grin and splayed stage could possibly meet me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore heart to plunder and carve, a gutter bitch who 'd take my cock hammered down her gagging pharynx gladly.. spread her cakehole undefended wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her brownish meaty cunt into griddlecake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some weewee 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 cockroach and headed out the door.

The realness 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 this evening my mood and the street 's were a consummate mate. My mettle 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 scent of depravation billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my soundbox staining my thoughts crashing 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 bang some lowly whore into cringing pleading compliance.

The Roja was in full Saturday night swing. Constitucion was packed with cars moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony runway of the quoin motel watching the bustle down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the construction and on the curbs in scant skirts and scoop-necked tops showing piles of succulent brown tit.. the music from the nightspot thumped and blared, the barkers were doing their fast-patter hustle as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalks and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered pale yellow hat and shiny boots, guerros in jersey and short gasp, Japanese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whores on their way to their favorite clubs and bars. A rowdy street banding was racing through a number around the corner, its drum pounding 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 nut hang out. Some freak hurting for her Master of Education would give 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.. Veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, dead quiet Alexa with the downcast eyes. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alley lit with so many colorize lightness it looked like a carnival fairway. The female child were lined up like pastry dough in store windows both sides of the street.. cars crept slowly down its length with shadowed males craning their necks left and right at the Bounty of bitch eye-candy on display. The medicine from the legal community was cacophonous, colliding and mixing with the vociferation of the barkers and laugh of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting till I could n't bear it anymore.

'' Time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the fourth dimension I returned the bitches upstairs servicing client would be back on the turning point waiting for another cock to give suck and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mood was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the concourse crowding the carrefour and headed up organization.

Walking in the street beside the line of parked cars I was gazing at the whore standing patiently along the buildings and the curb. The sidewalk were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whores either slope like a river between its banking concern. automobile 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 harbour my eyes and saw a short dark form silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked machine. I stopped scant squinting, trying to defecate 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 centering like a dandelion after a stiff wind. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were focused on nothing.. she looked groggy 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 runt working girl I referred to in my daybook 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 metrical unit magniloquent, dark-skinned and sonant around the middle, and almost always a dirty mess.. it was rumored she was a major common carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main reason I 'd never screw her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized screw. She was a crack and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must ingest sensed me staring.. whores have this sharp sixth sense about potential client. She looked up suddenly and those dull, wear out gloom-filled heart 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 nominal head of her, pushed her ass off the toughie 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 heart never leaving mine.

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

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

She turned into an entryway off the pavement, a dead paseo painted bright turquoise that opened onto a long cement courtyard. Several cages with minuscule razzing were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd think the place had all the magical spell and quiet civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other sporting lady and knew it 's rooms were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish rooms, rank as animal 's dens with the smell of Base hollow sex between unknown alienated from their humanness. I liked the place, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the undefendable door at the forepart and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the recess was blaring a Spanish variety appearance. The cleaning woman turned and scowled at us, held out her paw and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. past tense shedding doors and darkened windows hung with tired sheets to room issue 7, right next to the outside lavabo and bathroom. She pushed the door exposed 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 hollow was pushed against the back rampart lengthwise.. a stack of chair leaning alongside a dusty desk.. next to the door a large windowpane with a illumination blue bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the opposite rampart an empty press cabinet 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 stacks of prostitute that night.. the floor was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of moist lavatory paper.. wet globs spotted the trading floor round the mattress where the whores had spit out their drool and the cum of their customers. A wispy musky aroma of tense, expended sudor and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sallow public eye of the bare ceiling bulb electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to enact my raw wastewater fantasies in.

Joanna said zippo, she had n't glanced at me once since that number 1 promising look on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the way, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like near woman of the street she was trying to waste as very much clock time in dawdling as she could. She took off her coat 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 potbelly was soft, protruding like a child's.. her bosom hung heavy, round as softballs, big handfuls of luxurious brown bitch marrow with midst, squishy nipples the colouration of dark deep brown. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my cock through my blue jean. Joanna did n't locomote, did n't even search 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 slap before laying back on the bed. I kicked off my shoes and started wriggling down my denim watching her closely.

The poor minuscule puss was obviously at the seat end of her gamey. She unzipped her gasp and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her panties, bent grass over and slowly worked them below her stifle. Black pubic bone bushed out in a matted maze between her second joint. Stuck within the maze 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 lighting. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a long yellowed stain ran down the middle.. cunt ooze or cum, I did n't know which, but bells started going off in my mastermind. The berth was suddenly all too real.. the electrical energy that 'd been coursing through my body simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening sadness about the whole endeavor. I abruptly held up my hand waggling it back and Forth River saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my dungaree back up.

She crumpled despondent on the boundary of the bed with her shoulders slumped and principal bowed. I did n't leave a diddly, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my cock in that foul oozing cunt of hers. I worked my jeans up my thighs glancing at her legato Brown University shoulders, her dirty black hair sticking out in tangle.

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

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

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 cock sucking from this cruddy fiddling street whore would suit me just ticket, give the piffling twat the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her psyche with both hands and shoved my prick in her lip.

It was just so fucking lewd.. her oral fissure was so moist and warm, her lip so tidal bore to draw dick.. my turncock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my dick at her human face fuckhole like a dog. This little whore 's mouthpiece was mine to use and abuse anyway I wanted for the Leontyne Price of a gang of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and perpetrate up my denim, throw her a dollar and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that cute medicinal drug of hers goodbye. I had everything to hit and nothing to lose, it was Joanna who was behind the eight ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her bridge player in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her human face to the light so I could look on every delicious detail.. lackluster black haircloth snarled in tangle, round brown boldness and oily pug-nose, lush midst cilium and pretty eyes that scrunched to my repeated hunches, backtalk pursed smashed then yawning, trembling every time I stuck it in her deep.. my dick looked like some tuberous gelatinlike Pisces the Fishes, bloated tight and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her rim, the veins raised and throbbing along its surface. She lifted her handwriting to take hold of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a quiet nation of resignation. I pulled out my rooster and casually whipped her face back and forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her scent and hunched it up and down, wriggled my lump between her lips and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few more well cockslaps then shoved my core back in her mouthpiece.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you better sop up it good ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of intemperately E. B. White dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthfuls of vile Edward Douglas White Jr. pecker cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her response. Whores sometimes did n't take kindly to my blunt racialist comments but I liked it, it got me hot.. if they knew what I was saying they 'd react, turn over me looks, hesitate or object.. but not Joanna. She pursed her lips round my turncock and aim her mouth down it just as dissolute and toilsome as she could, gripping the bound of the mattress her brass knuckles Andrew Dickson White, throwing her soundbox at it relentlessly, driving it into the backbone 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 word and smell just rolled off this niggling whore like water.

'' goodness, you filthy dog whore.. you scummy Brown University mutt.. your oral fissure is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your face so hard you 'll be puking up last week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my coxa dual fast and hard at her slobbering lip, holding her head totally immobile while I drove my dick into it relentlessly.

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

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

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. cock power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty putz into her warm drooling mouth, pounding it at the back 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 cheek bulging them out one side then the other.. pressed her lips between my fingers till they puckered like a furled snatch and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hair and threw her oral cavity 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 go up on her font, pin her to the bed and cram every survive inch of my throbbing pecker down her throat and squat there rhythmically hunching public treasury I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my hand pooled with spit 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 Kuki-Chin, waggling then falling peppering her titty, pot and thighs with gleaming pasty drops.

I jerked my dungaree down either side till they slid below my knees and bent grass into it, jerking her head furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe Andrew Mellon, the drool rippling down her chin like turn juice. I wanted her throat, my cock wedged, stuck in it crocked and deep. So far she 'd sustain her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could pound at her pharynx fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her principal and held it tight, I jerked and pulled her lips down it deeper.. trembling lips and eyes clenched tight, her head thrashing side to side trying to break loose..

Her sassing suddenly burst candid yawning wide and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of yellowed rotter like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the story beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in huff, a string of saliva stretching in a graceful arc from her lip to the end of my turncock. It was fully erect, radiating heat, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her cheek repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking while of shit.. candid up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' beadwork of sudor dappled her amphetamine lip and brow, drivel streaked shiny across her cheeks and oleaginous forehead. She opened her sassing to resist but I 'd have none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then expectoration on her cheek, a foamy ball that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my cock again yanking her head word back and Forth on it furiously while she garbled romantic frantically trying to hold on up.

'' Fuck you ! .. you miserable shit. Fuck your dog 's cockhole pharynx ! '' I was a man on a missionary work, I wanted to park my swollen meat in the picayune cunt 's throat. I wrestled her top dog cramming my tool in as cryptic 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.

'' claim it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her frontal bone, a big foamy clump that looked like shuttlecock shit. She broke resign and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and Forth River. I bent low and sprayed spitting sparkling in her alky black lash and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish people, but not moving from her crapper behind on the bed. I grabbed a handful of haircloth and threw her back talk down my hammer 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 head either side, her eyes were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung slack, twaddle flowing copiously down her chin and tits. I spit on her cheek and she did n't even react. It hung in a foamy glob and slowly dissolved, a snail lead to her jaw and down the side of her neck opening.

I continued to have intercourse her mouth viciously.. she just sat there gentle as a female horse getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned open all-embracing and she waggled her head back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my meat wedged firmly against the spine of her throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of xanthous 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 in the grass, my dick glistening and swaying an inch from her nose.

'' lap my tool clean you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the bitch turned her case to the side.. so I cleaned it on her cheek. I grabbed her chin, pinched my fingers round her brim 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 brightness level and jack my fist furiously down my cock. I could feel my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her top dog quietly while I pried apart her lip with my fingers and held it open widely. Her brass was so thin, wet and oleaginous with spit and bosh and sweat, strands of her coal-black hair matted on her cheek and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking piece of poop whore.. gon na blow my creamy wad all over your puke drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog meat whore.. got a big onus of creamy cum for ya, gon na candy your pussy 's human face good.. ''

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

I jerked the rest of my load off in her mouth. She shook her principal making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my cock disgorged its lastly pearly clump and droplets in a pool of guck on her tongue, then smacked my putz in it. I bowed low and spit one finally fourth dimension in her mouth and before she could react shoved my tool in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

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

But the imp fille did n't want to swallow. She waggled her forefront and turned to the English 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 oral sex and muttering in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her aspect with it. She kept up a stream of vituperation while she dabbed the pearl of puke off her thigh, but I did n't give a diddly-shit at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my terrible fury spent.

I pulled up the corner of the bedcover and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my blue jean and buckled my belt. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my skid and tied the lacing. Her muttering came in paroxysm and starts now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup position, as though we were on separate planet together there in that squalid little room pungent now with the olfactory property 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 lowlife on the floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational hazard '' I said drolly, threw my coating over my shoulder and walked out the door.. leaving it wide overt with her sitting there with her blue jean down around her knees and her pap hanging exposed. I walked to the front catchment basin by the entrance and washed my hands while the woman at the desk stared on, then casually strolled out the ingress to the street again. I felt like a king, the mogul of depravity, of sleazy humiliation and junkie whore degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at simplicity among the carnival atmosphere that was still in full swing.. back to my way at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the street corner, and took a 30 hour shower, contemplating which club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd shape my kinks out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at peace, ready to continue the evening 's bacchanalia at an easy relaxed footstep.

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