****** A New York Minute by Razi ******
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A New York Minute


He came to me in the night, slipped into my bed and lay himself snuggly next to
me. I could feel his cock become rigid against my ass. His hands found resting
on my nipples, which hardened under his touch. Each roll between his fingers
pushed them out farther than the time before.

He nuzzled my neck and put gentle bites on the spots that he knew would make my
pussy jump. I could feel the dampness creeping between my legs. I wanted him. I
knew his cock was big and thick and I wanted it inside of me. He never tried to
fuck me; he never put his fingers inside me. He would rub my clit and make me
squirm until I would cum. Sometimes he would cum too, and then he would just
hold me.

Once I asked him why he'd never touched me inside and he said that he didn't
want to "ruin" me. He said it so we would both enjoy it more when we finally
did make love. "Let it be tonight please..."

He came again last night. He is so beautiful. The way he silently slips into
bed with me and then away. I wanted to see him, but he wouldn't let me. He
actually blindfolded me! I felt his hands roam over me, burning my flesh,
making my heart skip and filling my hole with the slime meant to ease his
entry. His hands were firm and more deliberate tonight, like he was on a
mission.

He allowed me to lie on my back and he placed his tongue on my nipples. He bit
and sucked and I cried out. He told me to "hush", I wouldn't (or couldn't) so
he stopped to let me breathe. I couldn't even tell if I was still in the same
room. Suddenly his hands were pushing my legs apart and he began to rub my
button with firm hard strokes, my hips thrusting upward begging his cock to
find me. He stood up, grabbed my head and forced his tool into my mouth. I
licked and sucked and stroked it. The smell of his sex crazed me and I no
longer cared if he fucked me, I just wanted to drink his juices, to feed from
his cock. Faster and harder he pumped into my face until I knew he was about to
shoot his load into my hungry throat. He pulled away, I was ready to have him
squirt his jism over my face, I welcomed the thought, but he didn't.

I'm pretty sure he left the room for a minute, then he was back again.

He pushed me down and once again spread my legs. He ran his finger the length
of my slit and I think he was surprised at how wet I was. It was dripping out
of me and onto the bed. My every thought was " Please don't go! Don't leave me
like this again!" Then it happened he placed himself between my legs and let
the thick head of his dick tease my wanting hole. Then he placed just the tip
inside of me and the thickness of just the head spread me wider than I had ever
been, it sent a wave of heat over me and I began to buck upwards begging him
for more. He thrust hard and deep into me and a scream escaped my lips as he
opened my flesh and every muscle inside of me grabbed at his rod and drew him
deeper into me.

His strokes were slow and deliberate pulling himself almost all of the way out
and then thrusting back in deeper and harder than the time before. Deeper and
faster he pushed me almost to my breaking point, and then he would slow down to
let me recover.

I told him that I wanted him to go off inside of me and he met me with a harsh
"No!" I couldn't help it I wanted to feel him pouring out of me long after we
were done. I begged him "Please!" I needed to feel him fill me so that he would
be with me after he was gone.

He thrust into me hard and then I felt a splash of heat deep inside my begging
pussy. The warmth of him sent me off. I came so hard that I felt as if my heart
might stop beating. Then we both collapsed and held each other.

That however was many months ago. I don't know where he is from or where he is
today. I don't even know his name, and I never saw his face! All I know is that
he came to me in the night and although I never really saw it I would know that
cock......in a New York minute.

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