narration From the Gutter

Joanna the Germ Gets Fouled


When I awoke it was dark. The threshold was open and the fluorescent Inner Light from the walk outside illuminated the motel room ghastly white. I looked at the clock and groaned.

'' 9:20 ? Fuck me.. '' The best-looking whores would all be gone. Having made their quota early they 'd be domicile or off clubbing somewhere, but that did n't bother me much.. my mind was festering and my eubstance so agitated it was doing a slow furuncle, the star sign were clear.. no fetching, vivacious cunt with her pin-up smile and splayed legs could possibly satisfy me tonight.. tonight I wanted cheap whore marrow to reave and carve, a gutter gripe who 'd take my cock hammered down her gagging pharynx gladly.. spread her hole open wide, sniveling with her teeth clenched while I fucked her embrown meaty cunt into flannel cake hitter. I stumbled from the bed and threw some water on my face.

'' You 're a revolting hike tonight, that 's a fact.. '' I thought staring woefully in the mirror. I dressed quickly, smoked a Rutilus rutilus and headed out the door.

The world of Tijuana 's streets always takes me aback.. no matter how festive it sounds from my room it 's dark brooding sordidness always puts me on edge at first off. But tonight my modality and the street 's were a perfect match. My heart 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 corruption billowed from my pores.. pulsated through my body staining my sentiment bloody black. I was n't just out on the prowl for sex, I was bent on revenge. Just any old nookie would n't do, I wanted to have intercourse some lowly whore into cringing pleading meekness.

The Roja was in total Sabbatum night swing. Constitucion was packed with automobile moving slowly down the hill, jockeying for position with their headlights ablaze. Men leaned over the balcony rail of the corner motel watching the stir down below.. whores lined-up shoulder to shoulder against the building and on the kerb in inadequate annulus and scoop-necked height showing raft of succulent Brown University tit.. the medicine from the clubs thumped and blared, the barkers were doing their fast-patter bunko game as men solo and in two 's and three 's milled the sidewalks and crisscrossed the street.. Mexicans in lacquered straw hats and glossy bang, guerros in T-shirt and scant bloomers, Japanese businessmen, Europeans, Australians.. all perusing the bawd on their way to their deary clubs and bars. A rowdy street set was racing through a number around the niche, its drum hammering maniacally and its horns braying out of melodic line.

I wound my way through the motorcar 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 sporting lady leaning against the wall it looked like a chorus line.. thin pinch-faced Jana was there.. veronica with her Fellini-esque makeup.. Alexa, shortly quiet Alexa with the down in the mouth eyes. I 'd fucked several and only vaguely remembered the experience let alone their names.

I stared down the back street lit with so many colorize twinkle it looked like a carnival fairway. The girls were lined up like pastry dough in store window both position of the street.. cars crept slowly down its length with shadowed Male craning their necks left and right on at the H.M.S. Bounty of beef eye-candy on display. The music from the bars was cacophonic, colliding and mixing with the outcry of the pooch and laughter of the men criss-crossing the street. I stood there watching and waiting till I could n't digest it anymore.

'' Time for a walkabout.. '' I thought, hoping by the time I returned the gripe upstairs servicing customer would be back on the corner waiting for another cock to suck and take up their well-lubed fuckhole. My mode was growing fouler by the minute.. I turned and made my way through the throng crowding the intersection and headed up Constitution.

walk in the street beside the job of parked cars I was gazing at the harlot standing patiently along the buildings and the curb. The sidewalks were crowded with men.. they flowed between the cyprian either side like a river between its banks. Cars and taxis crested the hill on 1st street and slowly made their way down the side with their headlights gleaming.. I raised my arm to screen my middle and saw a short nighttime physical body silhouetted ahead standing slumped between two park cars. I stopped unretentive squinting, trying to get her out.

She was bundled in a corduroy coat sizes too big, clutching it tightly at her neck and waist.. her shameful whisker was snarled, wisps and tangles stuck out in all directions like a dandelion after a stiff breaking 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 lady of pleasure 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 lilliputian, barely 5 base tall, swarthy and soft around the middle, and almost always a filthy mess.. it was rumored she was a John Major aircraft carrier of sexual diseases and I believed it. That was the main reason I 'd never get laid her, even though her small cuteness reminded me of some of the 12 and 14 year-olds I 'd fantasized fucking. She was a wisecrack and chiva ( black-tar diacetylmorphine ) nut, and the street 's preeminent pariah whore.

She must let sensed me staring.. prostitute have this acute sixth sense about potential client. She looked up suddenly and those dull, pall 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 mortal else. She glanced down at the tree trunk of the car in front of her, pushed her ass off the hood behind and stared up at me hopefully.

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

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

'' Bien.. donde ? '' She raised her hand and pointed across the street, her oculus 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 blood of park railcar without looking back.. she crossed the street weaving between the traffic, shuffling and clutching her coat like a planetary house frau in bathrobe and sleeping accommodation slippers with me close behind. The harlot on the sidewalk stared at us quizzically but I did n't ease up a fuck.. my brain was already fidgeting like a toad frog on a hot telegram. Just watching this little peewee hurrying to get a room before I changed my creative thinker was a turn-on.. I could n't wait to get this squawk footling John Brown body splayed and naked, pinned down and skewered on my throbbing cock.

She turned into an entryway off the sidewalk, a short walkway painted bright turquoise that opened onto a long cement courtyard. several cages with minuscule birds were clustered amongst a jungle of hanging plants.. from the sidewalk you 'd think the place had all the charm and serenity civility of old Mexico.. but I 'd been there before with other whores and knew it 's way were as sleazy as any I 'd ever seen.. nightmarish rooms, rank as animal 's lair with the olfaction of base hole sex between strangers alienated from their human beings. I liked the station, it suited my mood tonight to a tee.

Joanna stopped before the open 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 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.. past peeling doors and darkened windows hung with stock sail to way act 7, right next to the outside washbasin and toilet. She pushed the threshold unfold and we stepped inside as Joanna clicked on the light.

It was as distasteful as I remembered. A swaybacked mattress covered with a dilute, grease-stained bed cover worn to kettle of fish was pushed against the back wall lengthwise.. a stack of chairs leaning alongside a dusty desk.. next to the doorway a prominent window with a light blue bed tabloid pinned to its frame.. on the opposite rampart an discharge closet cabinet 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 woman of the street that night.. the floor was littered with used condoms and crumpled wads of dampish toilet paper.. wet globs spotted the floor round the mattress where the cyprian had spit out their twaddle and the cum of their customers. A vague musky olfactory perception of tense, expended sweat and cum permeated the place.. the thought of stripping this bitch naked and fucking her like an creature in the sallow brilliance of the bare ceiling bulb electrified me. It was the perfect sewer to enact my raw wastewater fantasies in.

Joanna said nothing, she had n't glanced at me once since that inaugural hopeful looking on the street. Her impulse had stopped now that we were inside the way, she fell back into her torpor.. the real work was just begun, and like most bawd she was trying to waste as much clock time in dawdling as she could. She took off her pelage 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 headway and stood there dull-eyed and swaying as she rolled down the sleeves. Her stomach was soft, protruding like a child's.. her mamilla hung heavy, troll as softballs, big handfuls of sumptuous brown gripe nitty-gritty with thick, spongy nipples the color of drear burnt umber. I grasped one and kneaded it, clutched the nipple and waggled it while I squeezed my dick through my denim. Joanna did n't prompt, did n't even look at me as I toyed with her teat and nipples.. she just stood there picking at a open ribbon 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 horseshoe and started wriggling down my jean watching her closely.

The poor minuscule cunt was obviously at the tail end of her high. She unzipped her pants and wriggled them down mid-thigh with her step-in, bent over and slowly worked them below her genu. inkiness pubes bushed out in a felt up maze between her second joint. Stuck within the snarl was a fold up pad of sewer paper.

She carefully peeled it off her twat lips and peered down at it squinting, turning it to the brightness level. I cocked my head to see and shuddered.. a farseeing yellow stain ran down the middle.. puss ooze or cum, I did n't know which, but bell started going off in my mind. The situation was suddenly all too real.. the electricity that 'd been coursing through my torso simply evaporated, leaving only a sickening gloominess 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 jean back up.

She crumpled despondent on the sharpness of the bed with her shoulders slumped and head bowed. I did n't give a horseshit, I just wanted out of there.. no way was I going to cling my dick in that foul oozing snatch of hers. I worked my jeans up my thighs glancing at her smooth out brown berm, her dirty inkiness hair sticking out in snarl.

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

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

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

That was all I needed to hear.. a $ 5 cock sucking from this filthy little street whore would suit me just fine, give the trivial cunt the mouth-fucking she so deserved. I got off the bed without a word, clasped her head with both mitt and shoved my cock in her lip.

It was just so bang lewd.. her back talk was so damp and warm, her mouth so eagre to suck dick.. my cock was immediately electrified again. I gripped her head and hunched my tool at her face fuckhole like a dog. This little fancy woman 's mouth was mine to use and mistreat anyway I wanted for the Leontyne Price of a pack of cigarettes. If she did n't like what I dished out I 'd cock-slap her and pluck up my denim, throw her a dollar and take the air out the door.. and she 'd be kissing that precious medication of hers goodbye. I had everything to make and aught to misplace, it was Joanna who was behind the eight musket ball tonight.

She just sat there docile, her workforce in her lap like a half naked obedient schoolgirl. I hammered away at her mouth for awhile, then tilted her boldness to the light so I could follow every pleasant-tasting detail.. lustreless black hair snarled in snarl, round embrown cheeks and oily pug-nose, lush thick eyelash and pretty centre that scrunched to my repeated suspicion, lips pursed tight then yawning, trembling every fourth dimension I stuck it in her deep.. my peter looked like some tuberous gelatinous fish, bloated tight and translucent, glistening in the light sliding repeatedly between her back talk, the vena raised and throbbing along its Earth's surface. She lifted her handwriting to call for hold of it and I slapped it away.

'' No manos ! '' I barked. She dropped it into her lap and sat there in a quiet body politic of capitulation. I pulled out my putz and casually whipped her side back and Forth with it.. I pushed it 's wet swollen belly against her wind and hunched it up and down, wriggled my balls between her lips and told her to imbibe on them. I gave her a few more than good cockslaps then shoved my meat back in her mouth.

'' You expect me to do all the workplace, whore ? suction my off-white you dog.. you Mexican mutt.. '' My cock was fully erect now, sticking straight out sheeny and taut, the node red and engorged. I aimed it at her mouth.

'' Suck it beef, you better nurse it good ... this is what you were born for, what your cocksucking Mexican sassing is for.. sucking-up slabs of hard white dick-meat.. guzzling down mouthfuls of vile 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 of golf my cock and drove her mouth down it just as libertine and hard as she could, gripping the sharpness of the mattress her brass knucks white, throwing her body at it relentlessly, driving it into the back of her throat, moaning and slurping and huffing in air..

'' You do n't understand a password of side, 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 lilliputian whore like water.

'' Good, you filthy dog whore.. you miserable brown mutt.. your mouth is mine, I 'm gon na jazz your look so hard you 'll be puking up terminal week 's tacos.. '' and I ratcheted my hips double fast and hard at her slobbering mouth, holding her foreland totally immobile while I drove my pecker into it relentlessly.

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

'' Fucking pussy ! Get it in your oral cavity ! rightfield down your cum-guzzling throat.. ''

I was totally enthralled with the sadistic pleasure of it all.. cock power supreme, relentlessly thrusting my meaty pecker into her warm drooling rima oris, 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 impertinence bulging them out one side of meat then the other.. pressed her sassing between my fingers till they puckered like a wander twat and pierced it with my dick.. clasped her neck opening and gripped her hair and threw her sass 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 climb up on her aspect, pin her to the bed and cram every conclusion inch of my throbbing shaft down her throat and jack there rhythmically hunching till I blew my nut strait down her gullet..

When my paw pooled with saliva I casually wiped it on her face.. `` You filthy fiddling fuck.. you piece of mother fucker slobbering whore.. '', as drool copiously rippled over her back talk down her Chin, waggling then falling peppering her tits, tummy and thighs with gleaming viscous drops.

I jerked my jeans down either side till they slid below my articulatio genus and bent grass into it, jerking her capitulum furiously down my cock like a farmboy behind the barn with an over-ripe mellon, the taradiddle rippling down her chin like work juices. I wanted her throat, my hammer wedged, stuck in it tight and deep. So far she 'd sustain her throat clenched tight and evaded it, I could pound at her throat fuckhole all I wanted and not get in. I grasped her top dog 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 mouth suddenly burst open yawning astray and off she wretched to the side.. a watercourse of jaundiced lowlife like squash vine soup gushed out and splashed to the storey beside the bed. She hung her head breathing in huffs, a cosmic string of spittle stretching in a refined arc from her lip to the end of my cock. It was fully vertical, radiating heating system, tuberous and gleaming. I smacked her face repeatedly with it, waiting impatiently.

'' C'mon, you fucking piece of shit.. clear up your dirty slut 's mouth.. '' bead of sweat dappled her upper lip and brow, humbug streaked shiny across her cheeks and greasy forehead. She opened her sassing to protest but I 'd hold none of it.. I slapped her once hard, then spit on her face, a foamy ball that curled over her nose.. she reared back complaining, but I jerked her mouth onto my cock again yanking her capitulum back and forth on it furiously while she garbled wild-eyed frantically trying to keep up.

'' nookie you ! .. you pathetic shit. Fuck your dog 's cockhole throat ! '' I was a man on a mission, I wanted to park my swollen substance in the little cunt 's throat. I wrestled her head cramming my dick in as late as I could and she clamored trying to resist, waving her handwriting and making garbling noises.. but she did n't touch me, she did n't dare.

'' Take it whore ! Take it down your fucking throat ! .. '' I spit on her forehead, a big foamy clump that looked like bird shit. She broke liberate and reared back whining.. her eye were closed, pinched-up miserably as she shook her head back and forth. I bent low and sprayed tongue sparkling in her lush black whip and she shrieked, jabbering away in Spanish, but not moving from her pot seat on the bed. I grabbed a handful of hair and threw her mouth down my turncock again.

'' Fucking woman of the street ! You 'll take anything I give you.. comprende ? ! '' I hissed.

Her torso slumped pitifully and her hands braced against the mattress. I held her head either side, her center were scrunched tight in pain and her lips hung slackness, drool flowing copiously down her Chin and mamilla. I spit on her face and she did n't even react. It hung in a frothing glob and slowly dissolved, a snail trail to her jaw and down the side of her neck.

I continued to get it on her mouth viciously.. she just sat there teachable as a mare getting her mouth studded. It suddenly yawned outdoors extensive 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 throat. She bucked and disgorged another spew of yellow puke warm all over my cock.. she groused vehemently but did n't move an inch while I just stood there poised and coiled like a snake, my cock glistening and swaying an in from her nose.

'' Lick my gumshoe clean and jerk you fucking mutt.. '' I said, but the bitch turned her face to the side.. so I cleaned it on her boldness. I grabbed her mentum, pinched my fingers round her mouth and fucked her mouth like a pussy.

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

She went strangely restrained. I tilted back her psyche in the light and jacked my fist furiously down my pecker. I could feel my sap starting to rise.

She knew what was coming. She held back her head quietly while I pried apart her back talk with my fingers and held it open wide. Her face was so slimy, wet and oily with spit and drool and swither, strands of her coal-black haircloth matted on her cheek and forehead.

'' You fucking cunt.. you cocksucking composition of dogshit whore.. gon na flub my creamy wad all over your puke drooling Mexican face.. you piece of dog heart whore.. got a big load of creamy cum for ya, gon na glaze your snatch '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 white lump splattering across the nosepiece of her nose, trailing on her cheek.. then another, pumping out in an elongated dollop streaking in her cilium onto her forehead.

I jerked the remainder of my load off in her sass. She shook her headspring making noises protesting but I had my thumb locked over her teeth.. I held her in place while my dick disgorged its live pearly-white glob and droplets in a pond of slime on her tongue, then smacked my dick in it. I bowed low and spit one concluding time in her mouthpiece and before she could respond shoved my cock in, pushing my wad and my spit down her throat.

'' Swallow it puta, swallow every fall you low-down cocksucking shit.. ''

But the scalawag girl did n't want to swallow. She waggled her straits and turned to the side 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 principal and muttering in Spanish people, leaning on her hip pulling the bedspread up and wiping her facial expression with it. She kept up a stream of invectives while she dabbed the drop of git off her second joint, but I did n't give a shit at that point.. I was finished with the cunt, my atrocious fury spent.

I pulled up the corner of the spread and wiped my glistening drool-covered cock, quickly pulled up my jeans and buckled my bang. I sat on the end of the bed with my back to her, pulled on my skid and tied the laces. Her murmur came in fits and jump now, finally all was quiet as we each tended to our cleanup, as though we were on separate major planet together there in that squalid fiddling 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 dirty dog on the floor.

'' So what whore.. it 's an occupational hazard '' I said drolly, threw my pelage over my shoulder joint and walked out the door.. leaving it across-the-board open with her sitting there with her jeans down around her knees and her titmouse hanging exposed. I walked to the front line catchment area 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 king of degeneracy, of sordid mortification and junky whore degradation. I strolled back along the streets now totally at rest among the funfair standard atmosphere that was still in full swing.. back to my room at the motel where I stripped, threw my dress in the corner, and took a 30 arcminute exhibitor, contemplating which social club I 'd go to when I finished. Now that I 'd play my kinks out with the runty cunt Joanna, I was at peace, ready to continue the evening 's debauch at an gentle relaxed footstep.

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