Tour My Cunt
It’s been two days since my fiance and I visited Sweden. The country was beautiful and the people were welcoming. We ate, we drank, and we also met new people. Cruz, my fiance, and I had been dating for a few years now. He worked at a corporate firm as a lawyer while I worked in a bank.
Cruz and I fell for each other the very first time we met each other. Before Cruz, I always liked to have fun. I love good parties, food, and even good sex. So I never tried to turn down any good sex, especially when I’m attracted to these guys. Cruz and I started off as a one-night stand.
We met at this charity event. He was sexy, I was hot. We talked, drank, and the next minute we were driving to his place to have sex. He was good in bed, and he made me feel things I haven’t felt for months. Soon after, we started hooking up often. We started going on dates, stealing kisses, hanging out, and fucking more. Soon, we became a thing when he asked me if I would love to date him. Cruz was handsome and rich and nice and I didn’t see any reason to turn down his proposal. And also, we’ve been seeing each other for months.
Two years into our relationship, Cruz proposed. And during those times, I was barely feeling the relationship. I had cheated on him twice with a client then and I loved the way this client fucked me. I mean, before Cruz and I became serious, he knew I loved sex and I always had sex with other guys who pleasured me real good. But when Cruz and I became serious, I toned down the cheating. I stopped. But after two years of our relationship, everything wasn’t the same as we first started. I was beginning to fall out of love.
I told Cruz I cheated on him with this hot AfricanAmerican man with an impressive dick (I didn’t tell him the guy’s dick was far more impressive than his. Cruz might die of depression. I wouldn’t want that.) and Cruz wasn’t okay with it. He was sad for a while, he broke up with me after. I didn’t feel the break up that much because I was tired of the relationship. I missed taking different guys home and having different dicks up my ass and my cunt.
Two months later, with me always fooling around and going to this party and that party, I started missing Cruz. I guess that was when I realized I really liked Cruz and he was this guy I could never really replace. There was no one like Cruz. He was patient with me, tolerable, caring, and even a loving guy. Something I wasn’t. I started calling Cruz, showing up at his office, and asking for a second chance. It was a miracle Cruz still loved me and we started dating again, like we didn’t break up for two months.
Four months after our makeup, Cruz asked me to marry him and I happily said yes. The rest of the year went okay. We were happy. I didn’t cheat on him, I tried my best to stay loyal to him, and hopefully, it worked. Until we started fighting the next year. We would argue, and I would throw things and talk back at him. He would storm out of the house in anger and never return for days. I felt miserable. We felt miserable and we thought about ways to just end this fight and continue our relationship like the early years when we first started.
Sweden was a place we came up with. Cruz’s childhood friend suggested we visit Sweden to clear our heads while learning to love each other. We’d been in Sweden for three days and it had been going fantastic and great. Cruz and I would tour the city, eat sushi, visit the beach, take pictures, and even make love. It felt like it was just like the first time we met.
On Friday, after five days of touring Sweden, I suggested we took a boat ride to the small island across the beach house we were renting. Cruz thought it was a good idea so we decided to check out this island along with a tour guide who knew the island well in case we got lost.
The tour guide was a tall, handsome, Hispanic American with a sexy accent. His name was Mateo. He had brown skin, curly hair, and a taut body. He was sexy, he was beautiful, and he was everything I haven’t had a taste of since Cruz and I made up. Throughout the boat ride across the small water, Mateo would discreetly stare at me with his sunglasses perched on his nose while Cruz goes through his phone. He would wink at me and I would blush.
This was wrong. I guessed the last thing that was supposed to cross my mind was cheating on Cruz after we just got back together. But as Mateo stared at me, with beautiful lips and sexy eyes, I wanted to break any and every rule and have him tour my cunt. That I was willing to do.
“We’re close.” Mateo announced.
“Finally.” Cruz sighed looking up from his phone. “I really hope we will have fun.”
Mateo stopped the boat close to the dock as we climbed out of the boat. Mateo tied the boat to the dock and followed us. The island was quiet, with tall trees and beautiful flowers. Mateo gave us a tour, telling us stories about a plant or a place as we walked past it.
Surprisingly, there was a little town of Scandinavian-speaking people with a few speaking English. There was also a bar that sold good drinks, food, and played live music.
“Can we go there?” Cruz asked, referring to the bar as he turned to look at me. “Please, babe. Let’s just go have a drink and listen to music and dance. We need this.”
I didn’t want to go to a bar. I wanted to tour the woods with Mateo by my side as I stared at his beautiful blue eyes. He had removed the sunglasses and I could clearly see his handsome feature. I didn’t want to hurt Cruz by telling him I didn’t want a drink because coming to Sweden was supposed to be our bonding experience. But also, I didn’t want to visit the bar.
So, I thought of a way to decline his offer without hurting his feelings.
“Can we do this later? I wanna tour the rest of the woods. Please.” I said.
“You can visit the bar and have a drink and I’ll give her a quick tour around the island and bring her back to you at the bar. How does that sound?” Mateo came to my rescue.
Cruz seemed to think about this as he turned to look at me.
“Are you sure?” Cruz asked.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. We’ll just have a quick tour and meet you back at the bar. I’ll be fine, babe.” I assured Cruz.
He nodded.
“You take care of her for me, yes?”
“I sure will.” Mateo’s deep voice answered, making me think about different reasons for his answer.
Cruz gave me a peck on the cheek and headed towards the bar. I turned to look at Mateo as I asked:
“Shall we?”
“Sure.”
Mateo started to walk and I followed him. He showed me a small stream, a waterfall, and even a lake. The woods on this island was just beautiful. I could stare at this beautiful nature all day.
“So you two are getting married?” Mateo asked as we stood by to stare at the lake.
“Something like that.”
“You don’t look too enthralled.”
“I don’t?” I feigned innocence and I stare at Mateo.
He wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t thrilled each time I thought about being a wife. Cruz was a great guy and this trip to Sweden was supposed to mend our broken relationship, and thankfully, it did. But seeing Mateo’s blue eyes and strong body, I felt like he was something I needed to have before we left Sweden.
Mateo shrugged at my response.
“So, are you seeing anyone, Mateo?” I asked as I stepped on the small jetty.
“No.”
“Why? You’re hot, I believe you can get any woman you want.”
“I can?” He asked, smirking at me as I saw his gaze sweep over my body.
I was 27 years old and I looked 25. Thanks, to good genes.
“Yeah.”
“And yet, I’ve been throwing lights at you, it seemed unanswered.” Mateo said.
I turned to look at him from above my shoulder with a smirk. It took a lot of courage for a man to voice out he wants another man’s woman. Especially when the man knows this said woman’s husband/soon-to-be husband was around.
I looked away, pretending I wasn’t turned on by Mateo’s admittance. I pulled my dress above my head as I turned to look at Mateo over my shoulder. He was staring at me, taking every bit of my body.
I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the jetty. Next, it was my panties. Bending over a little, I reached for the waistband of my panties. With my eyes locked on Mateo’s over my shoulder, I started to slowly take off my panties. I did it slowly, taunting him, as I pulled off the material teasingly. Mateo gulped loudly, with his hands shoved in his denim shorts pockets. He was hard and I could tell he was trying to restrain himself from bending me over and fucking me senseless.
I finally dragged the panties to my ankles, stand upright, and stepped out of it. Pushing my blonde locks over my shoulders, I dove into the water. It was cold and the weather was hot with the sun shining bright in the sky. I dipped into the water, naked, as Mateo stood by the surface, watching me.
After swimming for a few minutes, I got out of the water dripping wet as I stand on the jetty. Mateo watched me from where he stood on the surface. He stared at my naked body, taking in my naked form.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Mateo asked, his voice deep and laced with hunger.
A hunger for me.
I took a courageous step towards him as I step on the grass. I stood before him naked. My tits ached for his touch. My pussy wanted his fingers in them. I wanted him to explore me and tour my body like the most beautiful island he’d ever toured.
“I want you to tour my body, Mr. Tour guide.” I whisper.
His body was warm, with heat radiating off his body. He took a step forward so we were close and my tits touching his bare chest.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He whispered in a gravelly voice I’ve come to like.
Mateo wrapped his big hand around my neck as he kissed me. It was anything like Cruz’s kiss. This was desperate, hunger filled, and want. Mateo ran his left hand up my thighs as he brought my left thigh around his waist, leaving me to stand with one leg. I moaned into his mouth, giving Mateo a chance to slip his tongue down my throat.
“Fuck.” I moan.
Mateo cupped my average ass, kissing me with full hunger and want as he choked me a little.
Fuck, I loved it.
Anyone could see us. Cruz could even walk in on us. Me standing naked in the arms of our tour guide, kissing, and obviously about to have sex. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. I needed to forget for a short time that I was engaged to be married while I let this strange, hot, sexy tour guide have his way with me.
Mateo kissed down my neck. He bit my skin, not too hard so it won’t leave a mark for Cruz to question me about. He was smart. He kissed down to my chest, down to my collarbone, marking me as he kisses every part of my body. Mateo took my nipple into his mouth as he sucked and licked. He twirled his tongue around the areola, biting, licking, and sucking. He teased the hard buds, moving from one nipple to the other as he took his time with them. We were in the middle of nowhere and I could freely moan even though we could get caught by anyone, even my soon-to-be-married groom.
Mateo licked and sucked my skin as he went down on his knees. He kissed my pubic skin, biting my thigh and then the other. Mateo wrapped my left thigh over his shoulder as he kissed my cunt.
“Fuck.”
I was standing with one foot, with my hand weaving through his hair. Mateo licked my cunt, tasting the wetness with his tongue. He flicked his tongue on my swollen cunt as he sucked it. His hand grabbed my ass, squeezing the flesh as he licked and sucked my pussy. I moaned shamelessly, biting my bottom lip while trying to stand with one foot.
“God, just like that. Fucking tour my cunt.” I moaned, throwing my head as I cried into the air.
Mateo took his time with my pussy. He licked, sucked, teased, bit a little, then flicked his tongue up and down my slit as he sucked again. He was touring my pussy like a pleasure Island and I was loving every bit of it.
“Oh, my God. Please, don’t stop. Fucking eat my slutty cunt.” I moaned, grinding my pussy against his mouth.
I tugged his hair, fisting his soft curls as I shamelessly began to fuck his mouth. It felt so good. It felt so fucking good. I cried. I moaned and cried in pleasure. I ground against his mouth with so much desperation because I was cumming. I could feel it. My orgasm already threatening to rip through me.
“I’m gonna cum. Oh, my fuck… I’m cumming.” I moaned so loud, I was afraid anyone nearby could hear me.
I had never done this before. Had sex in the middle of the woods where anyone might see us. The thought of someone walking in on us made my legs shake and I was climaxing, with Mateo’s tongue thrusting into my pussy. I gripped tight to his hair, afraid I was gonna pull the strands off his scalp as I came down from my high. Mateo licked me clean, every one of my juices, and orgasm.
He dropped my leg and I stood, staggering a bit, because my legs were a little shaky. I smiled, pulling Mateo into me as I kissed him. He kissed back. I ran my fingers down his hard body and to his shorts. I groped his cock and squeezed a little through the denim. Mateo groaned into my mouth as I kissed him desperately.
I removed his button, pulling down his zipper as I pushed his shorts down his thighs. I pulled down his boxers and grabbed him in my hand. I stroked, running my thumb over his wet tip.
“Hmm.” Mateo moaned into my mouth. His hands cupped both my butt cheeks and squeezed. I moaned, stroking his cock in my hand as I try to grind against him at the same time.
I went down on my knees, with Mateo’s cock in my hand. I stroked it and licked his creamy tip, tasting his precum as I licked his swollen, red tip. He was big, thick, and hard. His shaft was bigger than Cruz’s own.
I knew I said I wasn’t going to think about Cruz while trying to cheat on him with our tour guide, since I’ve been a cheat and liked to fuck even before I met Cruz, but seeing Mateo’s dick and wondering why the hell my man’s shaft wasn’t as big as this, was extremely weird.
I stroked Mateo’s cock as I sucked and pushed the thick shaft into my mouth. I moaned, staring into Mateo’s eyes as I pleased his base. I stroked him, running my fist up and down his length as I sucked his length. I wasn’t new to giving blow jobs, and obviously, this won’t be the last either. I took Mateo’s length out of my mouth, using my spit to stroke him up and down as I sucked his balls.
He moaned, running his hand through my hair as he gripped the strands.
“Fuck.” Mateo groaned.
I ran my tongue up and down his large balls, sucking, licking, and sucking again as I stroked his base. I put his dick in my mouth again and started to suck. I pushed him further into my mouth, till he was touching my throat as I bobbed my head up and down.
Mateo made a sexy face as he groaned, thrusting into my mouth as he moved his hips. I let him fuck my mouth, pushing deep and further into my mouth as he pushed in and out. Spit dripped down the side of my mouth. After further thrusting and fucking my mouth like it’s my cunt, Mateo pulled out.
“Turn around.” He ordered.
I obeyed as I walked towards the tree to rest my hands on it for support. Mateo slapped my ass, gripping the flesh for a second as he pushed my back so that I was in the position he wanted. I felt his dick rub against my entrance, pushing the slits apart as he ran his tip up and down my cunt. Slowly, he pushed inside my pussy, inch by inch, till he pulled out and pushed in again.
“Oh, my God. Fuck, that felt so good.”
Mateo moaned behind me again. His boxers and shorts were bunched around his ankles, with his shirt on. I wished I could tell him to take his shirt off so that I could stare at his chiseled body but I refrained. I was happy I got his dick in my cunt, so that was enough.
Once his dick was fully inside my pussy, Mateo paused for a minute to let me get used to his size.
“Fuck, move, please.”
Mateo moved. Moving back a little and pushing back in with force. His hands held my waist as he started to ram into me. He was slow with his pace, savoring my juices and my wetness against his cock.
“Oh, God.” I cried, hands on the tree as Mateo drilled into me.
“Does this feel good?” He asked behind me, holding possessively to my waist as his hips moved.
“Fuck, I love it. Go faster.” I cried out.
My tits bounced. My butt bounced at every fast thrust Mateo was giving me. He was fucking me so good, so perfectly good I couldn’t hold back my moans and cries of pleasure. His skin slapped against my skin, making a loud noise at every impact of my skin. He groaned and gripped my blonde strands as he pulled my hair back.
Mateo started to curse In Spanish. Spewing different words I don’t understand In his language. It sounded sexy and I didn’t want him to stop. Every fast thrust felt so good. It felt like I was being fucked in the sky. He pulled at my hair hard, groaning and moaning as he spoke in Spanish.
“I’m gonna cum.” I moaned.
I brought my hands in between my legs and stroked my clit. I teased the swollen, hard bud as I played with my walls. Mateo let go of my hair and cupped my breasts, urging me to cum on his cock. And I did. I climaxed on his length and cried out in ecstasy.
He pulled out, giving me a chance to catch my breath after cumming twice.
“I want you to ride my cock, Lisa.” He tilted his head to the jetty overlooking the lake.
He started to walk and I followed him. Mateo kicked off his boxers and denim shorts as he sat down on the jetty. I climbed over him, facing him as I sank down on his cock, taking every inch of his thick shaft. I felt full. Fuller than when he fucked me from behind. I was squatting down on his dick with my fingers underneath his armpits. I started to ride his dick, up and down as I continue the motion.
Mateo watched me, lips apart as he moaned. He was beautiful. In fact, he was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. I might have fallen in love with Cruz and that was once upon a time, but Cruz had never fucked me this good before. I never could help cheat on him, but I couldn’t. I thought about how I wanted Mateo’s dick again and again, but I knew that was impossible. He was a stranger. A stranger that I met in Sweden and that was what he was going to be. And if I wanted to maintain my relationship with Cruz, then I had to forget about today. Because I couldn’t afford to hurt Cruz for the second time again. This time, I knew he wouldn’t be able to forgive me. Even if I begged him.
But thinking about getting caught by my fiance was supposed to make me scared and regretful, maybe shameful, but I was far from shameful. The thought of getting caught even aroused me more.
I threw my head back as Mateo started to thrust into me from underneath like an animal. He was fast, real fast, as he pounded into me from underneath. He was fucking good. His dick felt so good, it made me cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, my fucking God, please, fuck me harder, Mat. Just like that. Fucking hit that cunt.” I moaned, breathing hard and fast as I felt my third orgasm.
Mateo groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke in Spanish, moaning. He was close, I was close too. Countless more hard thrusts and we were both climaxing. I collapsed on top of him, breathing like someone who ran a marathon. My pussy was swollen a little.
Mateo tried to catch his breath as well. I stood up from him with a huge grin on my face.
“Jesus.” Mateo muttered, fully satisfied as he sat up, his face mirroring mine.
“Yeah, Jesus.” I chuckled and dove into the water to wash Mateo’s scent and sex off my skin.
When I got out of the water, Mateo was already dressed, and he looked like someone who didn’t just fuck someone’s soon-to-be bride.
“You are really beautiful.”
“And you have a nice dick.” I winked at him and got dressed.
Mateo watched me as I fully got decent.
“Time to take me back to my fiance. Shall we?”
“Yup.”
Mateo grinned at me as I followed him through the words to the bar where Cruz was already waiting. I pushed today’s event to the back of my head, making sure Cruz will never find out.