Chapter 9
Mexico furnished Senor Larry with a couple of hot spicy tricks of three basic varieties. One, a hot red peppery thing, turned his hot red "peppy" thing into a blunderbuss in terms of size. That was a fun thing. The second, a blackish powder applied in her vagina, drove her itchy-crazy and demanded his blunderbuss for scratch work. That, too, was a fun thing. The third was not much fun at all-a failure, as far as Gert was concerned. Larry seemed to think that the green slime was successful, however, and she allowed as to how that might well be if the purpose of the stuff, when packed liberally up her rectum, was to send her tearing to the John where she spent half the night sitting and shitting her brains out.
"I don't like it," Larry said the following afternoon when he'd come home from the office.
"You don't like it?" Gert snapped. She was sitting on the throne, having just finished. Or at least she hoped she had finished. Her raw asshole hoped so, too.
Larry looked at her sympathetically and, stepping before her,, pulled her from the seat and against him. "I don't mean you," he said, and to prove his point he unzipped his fly and his tool came out, magically prepared for action. Gert's cunt sighed at the sight and lifted to wrap its lips around the preferred glans.
Larry thrust gently. "I've been back just one day," he said. "One day-and I'm off again." He thrusted again, bringing his hands around to Gert's rear. Realizing what he was about to do, she tensed up, but a thrust to her front loosened her rectal muscles, and before she could open her mouth to protest he had a finger inside her, not moving though-thank heaven not moving. It was even kind of soothing, that finger of his against her rawness, as if it let the cool air "You're not listening," he said.
"It's kind of hard tooo-uummm," she said. 'I'll try."
His rhythm picked up in speed, his length going all the way in and almost all the way out. "I said I'm off again. Day after tomorrow."
"Day-ooo!" And suddenly the motionless finger began to make her feel strange as if it was burning her. Burning? Of course! The salt in his skin. "Larry, your finger," she said, and then she gasped because he had moved it, and there was an abrasive feeling like sandpaper.
"What about my finger?"
"Leave it there. Right there. Don't move ahhh!" This last syllable was a reaction to a ferocious cock thrust and had nothing to do with the finger, which, for the moment, was quite forgotten. But Larry had more to say:
"Don't you care, Gert? I'm off the day after tomorrow-if all the visas can be gotten that fast."
"All the-mmmmuhhh-visas? Normally-"
"That's what's got me worried. Normally I hit one country each time out." Which she knew and right now he was hitting so well, so well, each time out and in and out...."This time, I get five in one shot." No, no shot yet, Larry, not yet ... "It's a circuit jaunt almost." Oh yes, jaunt my circuit, yes- "Gert are you listening to me?"
"Oh yes. Yessssssss." And the finger and cock in asshole and cunt-hole, respectively, brought her to a quick but full come. And the finger was gone with an inward sigh from her and he now was pumping jism into her and she took it standing, pulling at him with savoring cunt lips, saying, "Oh yes, Larry, I'm happy."
He sat down on the John seat and pulled her onto his lap.
"I don't even know exactly what I'm supposed to do out there. It's not just service work, it's making reports on local staff efficiency, customer satisfaction, sales levels, that sort of thing."
She relaxed in his arms. "Don't worry. Your staff is very efficient, and this customer has reached satisfactory levels-don't worry about that at all."
"Gert, I'm telling you I might be promoted! This might be a test of some kind, I feel it."
Her reverie was broken by a scream from her innermost anus. "A test? So screw it up. That sounds simple enough."
He looked at her as if shocked. "Screw up? I couldn't do that. I pride myself at being good at what I do."
Her blazing asshole almost shouted at him at that point, but her words were calm. "And how long is this trip to be?"
"Three, maybe four weeks. I know it sounds like a long time, but-"
"Don't worry," she told him. 'I'll find something to occupy my time. There's always something to do around here."