The Tour Guide’s Insatiable Appetite

That tour through northern Italy and the Slovenian coast had been touted for weeks as the trip of the year, and at last the group had set off. Twelve adults had signed up for the vineyard-and-castle route, people around thirty, eager to disconnect and with savings to spend. The bus left before dawn, and the first long stop was a hostel on the outskirts of Turin.

Renata got off first. She was the tour coordinator, a fifty-two-year-old woman with generous curves and a cleavage that promised more than it revealed. She went from table to table in the dining room, asking whether everything was all right, handing out keys and schedules with a smile that seemed innocent. It wasn’t.

When she finished her rounds, she sat beside Damián, the driver and her partner in that travel business. Their table was slightly apart, in a corner with a good view of the room but sheltered by the dim light. They had worked together for years and knew all too well about the other kind of service they provided each time they reached a new destination.

“You look really gorgeous tonight,” he murmured, moving his chair closer.

“I know,” she replied without taking her eyes off the room.

Damián was fifty and had the body of a man who looked after himself every morning. Under the table, his hand found Renata’s thigh and slowly moved upward. She bit her lip, let him guide her, and lowered her own hand to the bulge already straining his trousers. She stroked it calmly while the group’s murmurs covered any sound.

One of the travelers called Renata from another table. She withdrew her hand unhurriedly, gave Damián a look that was a promise, and went to attend to her. Dinner continued. That night, the two of them asked to have their food sent up to the room.

***

Renata had put on a black silk blouse and a matching pencil skirt. Damián closed the door and kissed her for a long time, for minutes that seemed endless, while his hands kneaded her breasts through the fabric. Then he positioned himself behind her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse with calculated patience.

A black lace bra appeared. Damián lowered the cups, left her breasts free above the lace, and caressed them before sitting down again to devour them with devotion. Renata sought out his cock and began a slow hand job, without urgency, enjoying its weight in her hand.

“It’s been a long time since I took my time with it like this,” she said, straightening up to kneel in front of him.

She took his cock into her mouth and sucked it slowly, with pleasure, savoring it. She licked the glans and swallowed a little more each time, caressing it with her lips. She kept at it for quite a while, until Damián, tired of holding back, lifted her and bent her over the living-room table. He entered her all at once and Renata moaned with delight. He fucked her at a good pace, pushing her against the wood, until they changed positions and she was the one sitting on top, setting a much harder rhythm than his.

Neither of them heard the door. They froze when they saw Tomás standing in the doorway, one of the travelers, a twenty-nine-year-old man who had gotten the wrong floor.

“I knocked and nobody answered,” he said, not knowing where to look. “The door was open. Can I… stay?”

“Of course, handsome,” Renata replied, licking her lip. “There’s plenty here.”

Tomás quickly stripped and brought his cock to her mouth, where she welcomed it eagerly. When she felt it grow hard, she pulled away for a moment and spoke to him in a coaxing voice.

“Do you know how to give it to me from behind properly?”

The man nodded. He positioned himself behind her and pushed with more enthusiasm than technique.

“Slower, tiger, slower,” Renata protested with a laugh.

Tomás gripped her hips and began a gentle rocking motion that accelerated until it became frantic. Damián was still beneath her, filling her mouth, and Renata swayed between the two of them as if she had been doing it all her life.

“Keep going, keep going, don’t stop,” she panted. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Tomás clenched his teeth; he couldn’t hold back anymore. As soon as she came, he pulled out, waited until she was on her knees, and filled her mouth. Damián, meanwhile, finished over the breasts he had lavished with attention. All three ended up sprawled out, laughing and sharing the last caresses of the night.

***

The next day the route took them to a row of castles beside the river. They took advantage of midday to eat lunch in the countryside; the weather was perfect for lying down on the grass for a while. Lucía, one of the travelers, had wandered a little away from the group. Damián, who had already noticed the way she looked at him, approached her, led her to a bend among the trees, and let her crouch down to take what he was offering. They had barely been there a few minutes when nearby noises forced them to leave it for another occasion.

They all packed up and returned to the hotel. Before going to sleep, Renata made her usual rounds to check that everyone was in their proper place. Passing Bruno’s half-open door—a thirty-year-old traveler who was traveling alone—she saw him lying down, magazine in hand, pleasuring himself without knowing he was being watched. Renata stood there looking for a few seconds. Then she went in and closed the door behind her.

“Want me to give you a hand?” she asked, leaning against the wall.

“But… ma’am, what are you saying?” Bruno covered himself at once, red to the tips of his ears.

“I’m saying exactly what you heard. And stop calling me ma’am.”

She pulled back the sheets and took him into her mouth. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed someone so young. She sucked him with genuine hunger, savoring every inch, hard—very hard. Bruno was hugely aroused and emptied himself quickly, almost apologetically. Renata didn’t mind; she knew a thirty-year-old man recovered quickly. She guided his head between her thighs.

“Now you do me. Slowly—we have all night.”

Bruno applied himself eagerly and managed to make her come against his mouth. Then he positioned himself over her, in the most classic position, and began moving very slowly.

“That’s it, no rush,” Renata purred. “I want to feel all of you, just like that.”

He kept up that slow back-and-forth for quite a while, during which she came at least one more time. Then she turned around and climbed on top to ride him with more vigor, with more force. Her breasts swayed in front of his face, and he couldn’t help sucking them, biting them, losing himself in them.

“I’m coming,” Bruno warned.

“In my mouth,” she ordered. “I want to taste you.”

Renata dismounted, opened her mouth, and swallowed him whole, letting him finish between her lips. She licked them clean with a feline smile.

“You taste delicious,” she said, giving him an affectionate slap before leaving for her room.

***

Meanwhile, Damián had gone looking for Lucía and now had her in the small linen closet, willing and hot. She opened her mouth and swallowed his cock while he thrust eagerly, holding her head. Afraid he would come too soon, he lifted her, placed her breasts on a table, and pulled her clothes down to her knees.

He brought his cock to her entrance and pushed all the way in. Lucía let out a muffled moan that she tried to swallow so as not to alert anyone. Damián fucked her hard, groaning softly, lost in the heat squeezing him. Sensing that he was close, she begged him between gasps:

“Not inside, not inside.”

That, far from slowing him down, turned him on even more. He pulled out, turned her around, and finished between her lips. Lucía swallowed without protest.

“Fuck, you do that so well,” he panted, catching his breath.

Lucía remained leaning against the table, hot and unsatisfied. She straightened her clothes and headed toward her room, but along the way she remembered that her friend Iván had been given a room to himself. She changed direction and knocked on his door.

“Iván, open up. I need you right now.”

He stood frozen in the doorway. Lucía pushed him inside, sat him on the bed, pulled down his pajama bottoms, and put his cock in her mouth. It was thicker and longer than Damián’s, and at last she truly enjoyed herself, savoring it and taking it herself all the way to the back of her throat. She loved having her mouth full, because she knew what would come next.

“Lucía, stop, I’m going to come,” he panted.

“Then get down there and return the favor,” she replied, lying down.

Iván took the opportunity to calm himself as he lowered himself. He found her soaked and overflowing. He gathered everything with his tongue, savoring her, and moved up to her clitoris, swollen and desperate for caresses. At the first touch, Lucía trembled and gripped his head tightly. At the third, she drove her hips against his mouth and let herself go in a powerful orgasm.

“You do it so well, so well,” she repeated.

Iván didn’t stop, and she had a second orgasm before pushing him away. Then she took his cock and impaled herself on it, taking it as deep inside as she could.

“That’s it, fill me completely, fuck me hard,” she moaned, looking him in the eyes.

Iván let her take over; she fucked herself desperately, clinging to his chest, until she came again on top of him. But he knew he had little left, so he sat up, put her on all fours on the bed, and entered her decisively, forcefully.

“Come on, give it to me, don’t hold back,” she urged him.

Iván thrust eagerly, though without speeding up completely: he wanted to last. Lucía moaned louder and louder until, driving her hips against him, she came again. He took advantage of that moment of abandon. He let saliva fall onto her, lubricated his own cock, and, after asking her permission with a look, began slowly entering her from behind.

Lucía cried out, more from surprise than anything else. It wasn’t something she did often, but she was so aroused that she welcomed the cock gladly.

“Easy, I like it—no rush,” she murmured.

Iván stayed still for a few seconds, then began moving gently, entering and withdrawing with patience.

“That’s it, nice and slow, feels so good,” she whispered.

He wasn’t in a hurry; this way he could last longer. Soon Lucía was the one setting the pace, pressing herself against him, doggy-styling harder and harder.

“Now, yes—give it to me hard, no mercy.”

Iván obeyed, gripping her hips and giving her everything he had. It lasted barely a couple of minutes, but it left them exhausted. He came first; she followed seconds later, collapsing forward and squeezing him inside her as if she never wanted to let him go.

When they caught their breath, Lucía began laughing into the pillow. There were five days left on the trip and, apparently, not a single night was going to be wasted.