Choosing to exploit the unique features my body was endowed with was to be the best choice I ever made in life. Not a single day have I regretted providing men with the extreme pleasure my body gives. Most of my clients say they love their dates with me because of my 'take it slow' and gentle approach but a new client taught me that harder and faster can also bring exquisite pleasure.

At 22, I thought I had seen it all, until I met with a new client called Shane. It was one of those Saturday evenings when thanks to Friday night you hardly had much left in you. I wasn't really in the mood for anything strenuous but Shane was a last minute appointment who insisted upon seeing me as he desired a busty Indian escort. I must admit I only accepted to meet Shane half heartedly, in my Paddington home but when he arrived, a single glance at Shane was however enough to recover my killer sex drive.

Standing an impressive six feet tall, with a handsome youthful face, Shane was the dream date for many London Indian escorts. I held out my hands and invited him into my flat. As I brought him in I offered him a drink which he refused and, holding my hands, he stared right into my sexy dark brown eyes. I didn't know where to start, I just felt like doing everything at once. As he stroked my dark hair, I began opening his shirt buttons one by one. I could feel the electricity in the air and knew we would both have the ultimate evening together.

I ran my manicured fingers through the hair on his manly chest as he slowly took off my satin dress.Marveling at my wondrous curves, he gently kissed and nibbled my nipples one at a time. I moved my hand down to undo his trousers and could feel that by the size of the bulge in his underwear he would want to have me very soon. I took his hand and guided it down to between my legs so that he could enjoy the warmth and silkiness therein. I moved myself backwards and forwards over his hand and his fingers began to find their way into my wet pussy. I arched my back so that he could penetrate deeper and was rewarded with the best hand fuck I had had in a long time.

I hung onto his shoulder with my left arm and reached for his balls with my right. I fondled and caressed them until I could hear him groaning with pleasure. At that point I knew he was ready for me to slide onto his cock and with his hand still inside my hot wet pussy he actually carried me over to the worktop in the kitchen and sat me down. Now, I was too high to lean over and suck his cock and he knew this but with a naughty smile he roughly opened my legs and parted my pussy lips baring my swollen clit which was wet and shiny with my juices.

He licked and sucked and playfully nibbled by clit until I reached orgasm but he didn’t stop there, I was nearly crying out for him to stop as I couldn’t stand the white hot pleasure any more when I squirted. Hot creamy liquid dribbled down his chin and this turned him into a wild man. Grabbing both cheeks of my bottom he dragged me off the worktop and roughly slammed his cock inside me. We fell to the floor with him on the bottom and he pumped me up and down on his thick solid cock. My large breasts bounced up and down as if they had a life of their own and as soon as he noticed this he clamped a hand around each one and fondled me whilst still bucking his hips to slam me up and down on his cock.

With every penetration, his frequency was increasing. I rode him for at least ten solid minutes, this guy’s stamina was amazing. When he reached his peak he let out out a loud moan of exhaustion. He pulled me down so that he could bury his face in my ample breasts and I gently caressed his head, soothing him with my breasts and hands.

I haven’t seen Shane since but the memory of that night is still with me and gives me pleasure whever I think of it

“All characters appearing, or events described in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental”