The clit is a notoriously shy little animal. Reticent, clandestine, and hidden deep between a woman's thighs and protected by its own personal and possessive little hood, as well as layers of fleshy lips, tight silky undergarments and wonderful fashions of all descriptions, it is the 'Holy Grail' much saught after by generations of horny men throughout the course of history. The simplest way of gaining access to it is to pick up the phone and to dial an escort, and, depending upon the cooperation level of that particular escort...and of course the amount of money you pay...you may just get to      spend some enjoyable and erotic time worshipping this wonderful little love button.             
                                                                    
And I did exactly that...just yesterday afternoon. My escort of choice is the appropriately named 'Clit Girl' and I have just decided that she is one if the best escorts I have ever had the good fortune to enjoy!

On a grey rainy afternoon, Clit Girl steps from a taxi swaddled to mid-thigh in a scarlet velvet jacket, silk stockings, towering red heels and sunglasses the size of sunflowers. She recognizes my awaiting car immediately and teeters over to join me. She is smiley and friendly and slightly breathless from her trip, kisses me full on the lips...fragrant and glowing and shiny and sexy as all friggin hell. Once seated, her skirt rides nonchalantly up her parted thighs and her hand brushes casually across the swelling in my pants. My cock is going Ape Shit!!! A short drive to our preferred venue, and my afternoon is made.

She steps from the bathroom and fiddles with her phone. Music...No I don't want music, I'm hungry I want you....but then she glides to the corner of the tiny room and starts to slink and gyrate and grind and bump to the panting beat. My eyes almost pop out of my face and my penis is rabid inside my shorts. Slowly removes the jacket to reveal a wicked studded leather corset, clingy pink bra and miniscule black silky panties. She moves like an accomplished performer and sways and thrusts and grooves and bends. That booty, OMG that booty!! The junk in that trunk makes Beyonce look dessicated...in fact the junk in that trunk makes Nicky Minaj look positively emaciated! The panties are pulled to the side and thumbs part fleshy lips...Clit land!  A quick swirl and a bend and butt is thrust in the air...legs splayed and parted and the directions to Greece appear as if by magic!

I am captivated!

Pushes me onto my back and traces a nibbling, licking, teasing path across my chest and down to my crotch. Sucks my balls one by one into hot slippery mouth, toys with them, babies and cajoles and sucks them until I fear they might burst like over-ripe apricots. And then the teasing agonizing flickering tongue up and down my rampant cock, silk, hot, slick and wet, a swirl around the head, and my balls are sucked back in. More teasing and then she swallows me whole, right down her throat, her mouth working and swivelling on my cock and her tongue and lips laboring slavishly. One of the best blow jobs I've ever had and I can feel that familiar quivering at the base of my balls. I'm gonna cum...but first it's my turn!  

I nuzzle the silky g-string to the side with my lips and explore the folds and lines and pinkness and slipperyness beneath. Gentle and slow and fast and questing and wet and hot and slick. Her thumbs again..and her tiny pink glistening clit bursts from its ebony hood and positively lays siege to and pillages my tongue. She groans and fiddles with her large black nipples and undulates her hips and thrusts herself up against my mouth and breathes hard and her thighs clamp up against my cheeks. My tongue flickers and darts and presses and teases and delves and slips.

Clit from Heaven!

She wants to demonstrate her Greek skills and so straddles me again. A quick lube...and she takes my stiff cock in her hand and gently lowers herself down upon me. Tight and clinging and hard and soft and dark and unknown and forbidden..until her junk is pressed hard upon my thighs and her pussie rubs itself slippery against my groin. Clit Girl knows her stuff, and moves confidently, slowly and surely and gripping and tight and up and down me. She leans forwards and her large breasts press hard against my chest and her lips seek mine. Sucking duelling tongues, hard nipples and a slow rhythmic thrusting. I have never felt so deep inside a woman. Soft groans, a tight grip and a slippery deep darkness. Over and over and again and again and deep and dark and tight.

I explode!

I will see Clit Girl again..twice this week already...and my faith in punting has absolutely been rejuvenated.

Who says Durban doesn't have talent?

Oh my word, Mr Honeysucker3, at last you have some proper competition for the best reviewer on this site.

The last time I was "raised" by a review was one from you.

Mr Wite : Brilliant. I almost starting sweating.

Where is my phone, need to copulate RIGHT NOW !!!