I met Ace in college, he was a beautiful boy. Dark skinned, tall and lean, he was an absolute dream. We didn't share a class, I just happened to see him in the library and knew then that I wanted him. I walked over to him and asked him out for a pint. Who would say no to a beautiful college senior? A blue eyed, white skinned, red head?
We met later that evening and I found out that Ace was Indian (Ace was a nickname he used since most people couldn't pronounce his name), with glowing brown skin that made him so tempting. He spoke with a little nervousness, he seemed like a shy boy. But that wouldn't do for me, I wanted him and I wanted him soon. I paid our tab and asked him to walk me home. Ace, being a gentleman, did and then shyly, hesitantly almost, gave me a little peck on the cheek and bade me goodnight.
Meanwhile, I was getting hornier by the minute, I couldn't let him leave and realised that beating around the bush would leave me beating around my bush with a dildo later instead of what he was packing in his pants. And so I held his face and kissed him full and sloppy on the mouth. That seemed to magically rid the shyness of him and he confidently kissed me back. What an amazing kisser, he was!
Presently, we found ourselves on my bed, me sucking on his giant eight inch cock, he lying completely naked on my bed. What a beautiful body he had. I sucked on his cock until he pulled me up and started kissing me. He moved his hands to the back of my bra and found the hook. He pulled away from me and looked for approval before unclasping my bra and freeing my decent sized tits, which soon disappeared into his strong hands. I pushed his face down to one of my titties, while he kneaded the other, my hands found my wet clit and I rubbed myself to an orgasm. He realised that I had come already and asked me if I wanted to continue.
"I am just getting started, honey," said I and pushed him down further.
His tongue found my clit and he gave a long light lick. He moved on to my inner thighs and teased me for a while, at which point, I grabbed his hair and pulled him into my dripping cunt. His tongue was magical and he swallowed my cum, all three times that I came. Later we made love for over an hour, continuously and although he came close a few times, he always held off. Finally, I asked him to come, as I was thoroughly satiated and couldn't go on anymore and I wanted him to come on my face and tits. I needed to taste that strong man cum. He felt a little awkward but obliged and came like a fountain. Thick ropes of delicious white cream and I swallowed it all. After which both of fell asleep.
I woke up late the next morning and was disappointed to find that he had left already. Famished and hurt I walked into the kitchen and was surprised to find that he had made me breakfast and left a note. It read, "Sorry, had to leave but did not want to wake you. I know it's rude, but hoping that the breakfast is some compensation. Call me on xxxxxxxx. I really hope you do, last night was wonderful."
This man was a dream. A brilliant lover and such a considerate and kind person. The only problem was that he was much more passive than I wanted him to. I was naturally a submissive and I liked when someone took charge, he seemed exactly like me. Opposites attract they said, but not in this case. He was too good to let go though and so I figured I needed to speak to him.
I called him later that evening and after another wonderful lovemaking session I opened up to him. My suspicions were confirmed and he told me, he much preferred to take orders than be in charge as well. He apologised that he wasn't what I was looking for. But I had another plan. I have always had bi fantasies and I have always wanted to act on them, perhaps this was the time. I told Ace as much. I told him that I want him to go seduce another woman, bring her back to my place and fuck her on my bed. I wanted him to cuckold me. He was flabbergasted but soon warmed to the idea. We met every night that week, and we discussed this in length. And every evening the discussions would turn into scenarios and that would get me so hot and eventually we would end up making passionate love.
Finally, on Friday, we decided to act on our idea. I drove him to a club frequented by the college crowd and gave him a key to my apartment. He texted me after two hours that he struck up a conversation with another girl and that they were hitting it off. I was slightly jealous, but I was hornier. Another hour and he texts that they are going to her place. I texted him back, asking him to somehow bring her here, to pretend that he lives here.
Fifteen minutes later, he confirmed that he had managed to convince the girl. They were on the way, but he warned that I couldn't be found out, I had to hide myself. And soon I heard the lock turn, I quickly hid myself in the closet. Within minutes they were on my bed, making out. She had him naked right after, and looked approvingly at his cock; my cock. A cock that was, for the last couple or so weeks was exclusively mine, was in the hands of this beautiful stranger, who was sitting on my bed and going to fuck my beautiful boyfriend. (Were we a couple? We never talked about it, but right now, I felt proprietary, jealous and yet incredibly turned on)