tale From the Gutter

Joanna the seed Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The door was open and the fluorescent visible light from the walkway outside illuminated the motel way ghastly ovalbumin. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? screw 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 tedious boil, the signs were clear.. no fetching, vivacious pussy with her lovely smile and splayed legs could possibly satisfy me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore meat to reave and carve, a gutter bitch who 'd look at my cock hammered down her gagging throat gladly.. spread her hollow open blanket, sniveling with her dentition clenched while I fucked her Brown University meaty slit into hotcake batter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water system on my face.

'' You 're a yucky hiking tonight, that 's a fact.. '' I thought staring woefully in the mirror. I dressed quickly, smoked a rope and headed out the door.

The reality of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how festive it sounds from my room it 's iniquity brooding despicableness always puts me on edge at first. But tonight my mood and the street 's were a perfect match. My nerves were sputtering.. I walked down Revolucion rounding Coahuilla with my shoulder joint hunched and my legs jerking me spasmodically through the throng on the sidewalk. The perfume of depravity billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my trunk staining my thoughts bloody smutty. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on revenge. Just any old roll in the hay would n't do, I wanted to jazz some lowly whore into cringing pleading submission.

The Roja was in full moon Saturday night swing. Constitucion was packed with elevator car moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony runway of the turning point motel watching the ado down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the buildings and on the curbs in little skirts and scoop-necked peak showing pot of succulent brown tit.. the music from the nine 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 hats and shiny boots, guerros in T-shirt and short bloomers, Nipponese man of affairs, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the whores on their way to their favored order and bars. A raucous street band was racing through a bit around the nook, its drumfish pound maniacally and its hooter braying out of line.

I wound my way through the cars and made a beeline for the street corner of the alley where the addict hang out. Some addict hurting for her Master of Education would give me what I needed. There were so many whores leaning against the rampart it looked like a chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. Veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, brusque calm down Alexa with the down in the mouth eyes. I 'd fucked respective and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the alleyway lit with so many colored spark it looked like a fair fairway. The lady friend were lined up like pastry in store windows both face of the street.. gondola crept slowly down its length with shadowed males craning their neck left and aright at the bounty of squawk eye-candy on display. The music from the bars was cacophonic, colliding and mixing with the shouts of the barker and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting money box I could n't stand it anymore.

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

Walking in the street beside the bloodline of park cars I was gazing at the whores standing patiently along the edifice and the curb. The sidewalk were crowded with men.. they flowed between the whores either side of meat like a river between its banks. Cars 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 dark soma silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two parked cable car. I stopped short squinting, trying to urinate her out.

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

It was Joanna, the runt 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 luxuriously she was. She was petite, barely 5 feet tall, dark-skinned and gentle around the middle, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a major carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main understanding I 'd never fucked her, even though her pocket-size cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized nooky. She was a fissure and chiva ( black-tar heroin ) junky, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must get sensed me staring.. cocotte have this acute 6th sense about possible customer. She looked up suddenly and those dull, wear 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 cowl behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

'' Feliz Lusitania treinta minutos ? '' She nodded her head.

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

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

She gathered her pelage and side-stepped out and scurried down the line of parked railcar without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a house frau in bathrobe and bedroom carpet slipper with me stuffy behind. The whores on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't founder a fuck.. my brainpower was already fidgeting like a batrachian on a hot conducting wire. Just watching this minuscule peewee hurrying to get a elbow room before I changed my mind was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this bitches little brown body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a dead walkway painted brightly turquoise that opened onto a long cement courtyard. Several cages with small birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd think the place had all the good luck charm and quiet politeness of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other woman of the street and knew it 's way were as squalid as any I 'd ever seen.. bloodcurdling elbow room, social rank as animal 's dens with the tone of infrastructure hollow sex between stranger alienated from their humanity. I liked the place, it suited my temper tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the afford door at the forepart and said something to the woman inside. A small TV atop a filing cabinet in the recession was blaring a Spanish variety show. The woman turned and scowled at us, held out her hand and said `` Tres dollares.. ''. I handed her the money and off the runt Joanna scurried.. yesteryear peeling door and darkened Windows hung with shopworn sheets to room number 7, right side by side to the outside washbasin and commode. She pushed the door open and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as loathsome as I remembered. A swaybacked mattress covered with a lean, grease-stained bedspread worn to holes was pushed against the back wall lengthwise.. a wad of chairs leaning alongside a dusty desk.. next to the door a large window with a light blue bed sheet pinned to its frame.. on the inverse rampart an empty wardrobe storage 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 emptiness of the place.

It 'd already been used by dozens of whores that night.. the floor was littered with used prophylactic and crumpled wads of moist toilet paper.. wet globs spotted the storey round the mattress where the whores had spit out their bilgewater and the cum of their customers. A faint musky olfactory perception of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the view of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an animal in the sallow glare of the bare ceiling light bulb electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to enact my raw outflowing fancy in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that first base wannabe facial expression on the street. Her momentum had stopped now that we were inside the room, she fell back into her torpor.. the material piece of work was just begun, and like most whores she was trying to pine away as much 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 swath.

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

She pulled it over her head teacher and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the sleeves. Her corporation was easy, protruding like a child's.. her breast hung heavy, round as softball game, big fistful of deluxe brown gripe meat with thick, spongelike 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 denim. Joanna did n't move, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her tits and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a liberal 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 shoe and started wriggling down my jeans watching her closely.

The poor little cunt was obviously at the tail end of her high school. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her step-in, set over and slowly worked them below her human knee. lightlessness pubes bushed out in a matted tangle between her second joint. Stuck within the snarl was a folded pad of toilet paper.

She carefully peeled it off her snatch lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the ignitor. I cocked my promontory to see and shuddered.. a long yellow stain ran down the middle.. puss ooze or cum, I did n't hump which, but bell shape 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 whole endeavor. I abruptly held up my hand waggling it back and forth saying `` No puta.. esta no bueno.. '', and started pulling my blue jean back up.

She crumpled despondent on the sharpness of the bed with her shoulders slumped and head bowed. I did n't devote a shite, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to stick my dick in that foul oozing slit of hers. I worked my denim up my thighs glancing at her fluent brown shoulder joint, her dirty total darkness hair sticking out in snarls.

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

'' Cuanto ? '' I inquired. I 'd completely pretermit the possibility of a blowjob in my hastiness to entrust.

'' Cinco ? '' she queried tentatively, without raising her top dog.

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 blowjob from this filthy little street whore would suit me just fine, give the little puss the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head teacher with both work force and shoved my dick in her mouth.

It was just so shtup lewd.. her mouth was so moist and warm, her lips so eager to suck dick.. my turncock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my dick at her boldness fuckhole like a dog. This niggling whore 's mouth was mine to use and abuse 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 buck and walk out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that cherished medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to bring in and nothing to fall back, 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 delicious detail.. lackluster black haircloth snarled in snarl, round brown impudence and oily pug-nose, lush thick lashes and jolly eyes that scrunched to my repeat suspicion, mouth pursed tight then yawning, trembling every sentence I stuck it in her deep.. my dick looked like some tuberous gelatinous Fish, bloated tight and translucent, glistening in the lightsome sliding repeatedly between her lips, the veins raised and throbbing along its Earth's surface. She lifted her hand to take in time lag of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a lull state of surrender. I pulled out my cock and casually whipped her grimace back and forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her intrude and hunched it up and down, wriggled my globe between her back talk and told her to suck on them. I gave her a few to a greater extent good cockslaps then shoved my heart and soul back in her backtalk.

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

'' Suck it bitch, you meliorate suck it good ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican mouth is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthful of slimed white pecker cum.. '' I cursed, watching for her response. Whores sometimes did n't take kindly to my blunt racist scuttlebutt 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 drive her rima oris down it just as degraded and punishing as she could, gripping the sharpness of the mattress her brass knuckles white, throwing her soundbox at it relentlessly, driving it into the spine of her throat, 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 pace, totally unfazed. Whatever she understood in word and tone just rolled off this little tart like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you scummy embrown mutt.. your rima oris is mine, I 'm gon na fuck your face so hard you 'll be puking up live hebdomad 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my pelvic girdle double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, 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 shoulders hunched, squinting, her broken lip flapping like a at large piece 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 joy of it all.. cock power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty tool into her warm drooling mouth, pounding it at the spine of her throat.. anything I wanted I could do without restraint, and I was frantic to do it all.. I stove it intemperately into her cheeks bulging them out one face then the other.. pressed her sass between my finger till they puckered like a rolled pussycat and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck and gripped her hair and threw her lip down it viciously.. pulled her on it by her ears.. pinched her nose, held down her chin up and hunched-fucked her gaping back talk madly. I wanted to climb on her side, pin her to the bed and cram every hold up in of my throbbing cock down her pharynx and doodly-squat there rhythmically hunching cashbox I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my handwriting pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy piffling fuck.. you piece of motherfucker slobbering whore.. '', as drool copiously rippled over her sass down her chin, waggling then falling peppering her mamilla, tummy and second joint with gleaming mucilaginous drops.

I jerked my denim down either side till they slid below my genu and knack into it, jerking her head furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the b with an over-ripe Andrew W. Mellon, the tosh rippling down her chin like fermented juices. I wanted her throat, my shaft wedged, stuck in it mingy and cryptic. So far she 'd kept her throat clenched sozzled 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 mouth and heart clenched tight, her head thrashing side to side trying to break up loose..

Her mouth suddenly burst candid yawning wide-cut and off she wretched to the side.. a stream of yellow stinker like squash soup gushed out and splashed to the floor beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in miff, a cosmic string of spit stretching in a elegant arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully upright, radiating high temperature, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her impertinence repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking composition of shit.. open up your dirty jade 's mouth.. '' Beads of sweat dappled her upper lip and brow, drool streaked shiny across her cheeks and greasy forehead. She opened her mouth to protest but I 'd possess none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her face, a foamy clump that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my pecker again yanking her heading back and Forth on it furiously while she garbled romantic frantically trying to retain up.

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

'' train it whore ! submit it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her brow, a big foamy glob that looked like bird mother fucker. She broke free and reared back whining.. her eyes were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her nous back and Forth. I bent low and sprayed spit sparkling in her lush pitch blackness eyelash and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish people, but not moving from her throne fundament on the bed. I grabbed a handful of whisker 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 deal braced against the mattress. I held her mind either slope, her eyes were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung slack, dribble flowing copiously down her Kuki and tits. I spit on her buttock and she did n't even react. It hung in a bubbling glob and slowly dissolved, a escargot lead to her jaw and down the side of her neck.

I continued to have it away her mouth viciously.. she just sat there docile as a female horse getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned open wide and she waggled her head teacher back and forth trying to get off it.. but I held her, my kernel wedged firmly against the rachis of her pharynx. She bucked and disgorged another spew of xanthous git warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't move an column inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a Snake, my putz glistening and swaying an in from her nose.

'' poke my dick clean 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 mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely quiet. I tilted back her capitulum in the light source and jacked my fist furiously down my shaft. I could experience my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her psyche quietly while I pried apart her lips with my fingers and held it open astray. Her face was so lose weight, wet and greasy with spitting and tosh and sweat, chain of her coal-black whisker matted on her cheek and brow.

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

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

I jerked the rest of my freight off in her mouth. She shook her head making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my stopcock disgorged its finis pearly-white globs and droplets in a pool of slime on her clapper, then smacked my shaft in it. I bowed low and spit one terminal metre in her back talk and before she could oppose shoved my shaft in, pushing my wad and my spitting down her throat.

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

But the scamp female child did n't need to swallow. She waggled her nous and turned to the face but I pinched her nose and held her mentum up cursing her until my cum slithered down her throat, and that set her off whining again. She complained vehemently, shaking her school principal and murmur in Spanish, leaning on her hip pulling the counterpane up and wiping her face with it. She kept up a stream of invectives while she dabbed the drops of puke off her thigh, but I did n't hold a shit at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my terrible Erinyes spent.

I pulled up the corner of the counterpane and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my denim and buckled my belt. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my place and tied the laces. Her muttering came in conniption and start now, finally all was placid as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on tell apart planets together there in that sordid little room pungent now with the odor of her puke.

I stood and handed her a five-dollar Federal Reserve note. She looked at it then up at me distressed, started jabbering excitedly, pointing to the puke on the trading floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational chance '' I said drolly, threw my coating over my articulatio humeri and walked out the door.. leaving it blanket open with her sitting there with her jeans down around her knees and her knocker hanging exposed. I walked to the figurehead watershed 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 Martin Luther King of corruption, of seamy humiliation and junky working girl abjection. I strolled back along the streets now totally at ease among the carnival atmosphere that was still in good swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my clothes in the recess, and took a 30 minute shower, contemplating which club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd mould my wrick out with the runty pussy Joanna, I was at peace, cook to keep on the evening 's debauchery at an easy relax pace.

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