Traffic Girl - Rita Ch. 11

I was mindful not to take too long. Her asshole would get sore quickly. So I let myself run wild like an unbroken horse. She was married. Went to church twice a week. Yet I'd fucked her in her husband's bed. I came inside her every time. She was a hooker. I had turned her out. Fuck, what a totally debauched fantasy come true. I couldn't last.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I said outloud.

I made one final stroke in her ass and let loose. It was a massive load of cum. She noticed it, too.

"That feels so weird!" Crystal shrieked.

I finished and made sure to gently pull out. Her asshole closed up immediately. It was slightly darker pink, but she had taken it like a champ. What an amazing whore, I thought to myself. I had just cum, but my dirty mind took flight and infused me with energy. But, right now, I needed to focus on the final details.

"How was it?" I asked, cuddling up against Crystal and kissing her on the cheek.

"Like, way better than I expected," she said. "It didn't hurt. Not too much. Maybe a little."

"It only starts to feel better, too," I said.

"Will you do it with me again?" she said.

"Definitely," I said. "I'll give you a few days to recover -- your butt might be a little sore -- but I can't wait to fuck you again. It was so good."

"You liked it?" she asked. "I did okay?"

"Better than okay, baby," I said. "You were so good."

"Do you think I did good enough?" she asked.

I kissed her, and we started making out.

"Better than good enough," I said.

"Are you serious?" she repeated.

I nodded. "And do you know what else?" I said.

"What?" she said, her smile genuine and filled with excitement.

"Jess said if you had a good day of training, I could get you something special," I said.

"Can I? Really?" she said, looking ecstatic.

"Yeah, it's something really special, though, okay?" I said. "Something that means you're a real Infinity girl."

"Are you serious?" Crystal said once more. "I'm a real one?"

"If you want to be," I said and smiled.

Crystal kissed me deeply. We were getting so close to the cliff. A few more baby steps, and she would tumble over it.

* * *

"Oh my gosh," Crystal said as we drove back to the Hooker House to collect her car. "I cannot believe I did that."

"It looks good," I said. "Really good. And you can barely notice it."

"But I know it's there," Crystal turned her head, smiled, and grabbed my hand. "I feel really special, John."

"You are, babe," I said.

"But, oh my gosh, it's so cute," she said and pulled up her shirt. "I don't know what I'm going to tell my husband if he sees it."

I glanced over and smiled at her. There was a clear bandage over the light blue infinity symbol tattooed underneath her left breast. If Crystal was being honest about her husband's interest -- or lack thereof -- in sex, he wouldn't notice it. But I didn't care if he did.

Crystal was mine now.