A ruined breast and other memories that last forever

Anyone can fuck the hot girl. Pretty faces. A fantasy asses or legs. Even average is worth the effort. There are tits, after all. But it takes a special kind of pervert to fuck the girl with a ruined breast. Not a bad boob job. Hideous scars where the breast should be. A tragedy. I did. I fucked her and loved it. I think about it all the time. This was an average suburban AMP where the massage wasn't bad and the fuck was available for just a $100 tip. Only this time she wasn't the MILFish woman I'd come to expect. She was closer to 25 and genuinely pretty. Sexy face with a slim figure. This was my lucky day. Or not. When she stripped, her stylish black bra stayed on. Though it looked good I wanted it off. If her English was weak, her reluctance was clear. I persisted. She relented. Now her hand was covering what she didn't want me to see. Maybe I should have understood why, but I just didn't. I slid her hand away and was shocked. Where her right breast was smooth, natural perfection, her left was crossed by a half dozen or so cuts. Flat except for the puffy scars, it was the only flaw in an otherwise pristine body. If I had to guess, someone had wanted to hurt her. This is the moment of reckoning. I absolutely felt sorry for her. I also had a purpose there that day. I'll never know if kissing what she was trying to hide made her feel any better. She put her bra back on. Now she reverted to the regular process. Condom, she asked. Not yet, I replied. I wanted a BBJ, which was standard in this establishment. She left the room briefly. This is when they always get the condom, lube, etc. Why don't they just bring it with them in the first place? When she returns, I'm leaning against the massage table, feet on the floor. She goes to her knees and immediately takes my dick in her mouth. This is good. Actually this is great because she knows what she's doing. She also was wearing one of those white lab coats. She's pretty - and the black bra. It almost feels as if a doctor decided to offer a BJ. Plus she's not wearing panties. I know that perfect little landing strip is there. Standing now, she starts kissing me. She also has my raging cock in her hands and is pressing it down between her legs. Her legs are just long enough to make this work. This actually feels great. Actually this feels really great. How did she make it that wet? Which is when I realize that what she's done is worked the head of my dick into her pussy. Did she do that AMP trick where she applies the condom with her mouth? Must have. Didn't. I pulled her off to shift her to the massage table and see. No condom. This was before I decided condoms weren't for pussies where I was concerned (https://tuscl.net/article/58494). There was a brief moment where I nearly went to my jacket nearby for the condom I had brought. But it felt so good. BUT IT FELT SOOO GOOD! So I climbed on. Finished with a proud spray up her abdomen. Never saw her again. Wish I had. In part thanks to her, I would go on to do a lot of things I shouldn't be proud of. Not just average girls who'd give it up bare. Sometimes ugly ones. Fat girls whose only appeal was raw pussy. Skinny girls who wouldn't get a second look if they weren't willing just to climb right on. I've had more than my share of great fucks. This was one of them. Her wounds shocked me. The bare pussy shocked me. Looking back, together they represented confirmation of my essential depravity and memories that will last forever - even if it's in hell.