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adjective: lascivious

1. feeling or revealing an overt sexual interest or desire.
   “he gave her a lascivious wink”

A quick note from Miss Divinity before the story:
This next story is hands down my ultimate fantasy. It’s based on two men I know, but it’s entirely fictional. Something I dream about regularly. As always I try to cram as much dirty detail as I can into the limitations of the English language. Lascivious is my new favourite word I’ve discovered and it describes this fantasy of mine perfectly. Enjoy and let me know what you think. 😉 ❤

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I wrung my hands in my lap in anticipation. He reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a little squeeze. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, we don’t have to do this if it’s making you feel too unsettled. It can just be the two of us if you prefer.”

I loved that about him. He would make my ultimate erotic dream come true or he’d stand at the door, protect me, and tell the other guy to get lost. All I had to do was say the word. He’d make it happen. That’s why he was my number one man and always would be.

Our trek up North was purely because I wanted to see the ancient ruins, trek the paths that lead to my ancestors and tap into the energies of the magical mystic land that was Scotland. I’ve been here before, in a past life, I could feel the energy of the land coursing through my veins as I watched the green hill sides pass by through the window.

I knew I had to make a choice and I had to make it today. I had to finalise plans for a guest to join us tomorrow night or I had to cancel. To make my biggest fantasy real was one thing, but what would it do to our relationship? How would he take it when it happened it real life? We had talked about it and I knew he was okay with what we were going to do but … I loved what we had more. I didn’t want to screw it up just for a few extra orgasms. No matter how intense I knew they would be. I shivered in anticipation and caught a smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what I was thinking about.

It was late afternoon when we arrived at the cabin we had rented. It was quaint and secluded. Perfect. There was no one around except for meadows and mountains, exactly how I liked it. It was a stark contrast to the insanity that was Heathrow airport that I had flown into a week ago. I wanted a night to just stargaze and snuggle with my man. I wanted to be so close to him and show him that no matter what he was the one who had my heart. I think he knew but maybe I was trying to convince myself that this was the right thing to do. The consistent excitement was egging me on. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

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I spent the morning of D-Day sleeping, prepping and most importantly hydrating. I was buzzing and my man was having a most entertaining time watching me. I felt like I couldn’t make a decisions and often just plopped myself down in his lap to calm down. He always did that for me. Make me feel safe, cherished and calm. I knew I was safe and when he pulled me back just to look into my eyes for the longest time, I knew that whatever happened tonight, we’d be okay at the end of it. Sometimes we didn’t need words. Our souls just knew what we needed.

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We were outside at the firepit with the sun just beginning to set when we heard our visitors car pull up. I was wrapped up in a blanket in my mans arms and he pulled me tighter for a moment before dipping me back, looking into my eyes before devouring my lips. I might have heard a door shut and footsteps on the gravel drive but I was light headed from the kiss. The footsteps stopped a ways away from us and finally my man let me breathe for a moment before lifting me and standing up like I was weightless. He held me for a moment eyeing up our guest, almost as if he was giving a silent man statement that I was his and that he was in charge. Honestly, it turned me on. My man was large, broad and towered over me. He had to bend his knees to place me on the grass. I felt very protected and very feminine as I looked over into the eyes of our guest.

I knew him, we had talked for quite a while now. I smiled and looked him up and down before walking over to him. “Hi,” I breathed. Not wasting any time, I walked up and ran my hands up his chest and hooked my hands behind his neck. “I am so glad that you came. It is nice to finally meet you in person!” I gave him a squeeze and pressed my breasts into his chest, momentarily catching him off guard. I didn’t let go until I felt his hands on my hips. Moving up and down, savouring my curves. “You are even prettier in person,” he whispers into my hair, “I can’t wait to taste you.” I shivered and pulled away slightly looking up at him, smiling, before I took his hand and brought him over to the couch by the fire.

My man stood and shook hands with our guest. It was firm with eye contact. Again that unspoken man language of who’s in charge here. But my man is a gentleman, not a neanderthal and he smiled at our guest. “Welcome, thanks for joining us! She has wanted this for a long long time, thanks for making her dreams come true. I couldn’t give it to her all on my own and I know you two have a special bond. I am glad it’s you here with us tonight. Don’t worry your secret is safe with us.” He winked at our guest, fully aware that he was married and in a sexless marriage at that. I kept no secrets from my man.

With the formalities out of the way, I felt like I could breathe and begin to enjoy myself because that was the point of this whole evening. It was orchestrated for my pleasure. My deepest fantasy. Two men for me! I was wet and squirming already. My thighs pressed tightly together, the anticipation was unlike any other I had felt before. I wasn’t sure how to make the first move, how to get things moving. My man poured our guest a glass of wine while I reached for mine. A bit of liquid courage was necessary for the filth that was running through my mind. A hand reached out and touched my thigh, rested on my knee while I reached over to put my glass down. I knew he wanted to feel the silky stockings I was wearing just for him. “Pleasure my girl before you get to feel the extasy her mouth will bring to you.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” our guest replies as if that was all the invitation that he needed to begin. His hand travelled further up my thigh, underneath the hem of my dress to feel the place where lace met my soft skin. He leans into me and asks “Gorgeous can I take you inside and taste that delicious pussy of yours or do you want to look up at the stars while I make you see stars?” I place my hands on his cheeks and look into his eyes giving him my sincerity, “here, now, please I want you.” My man came and sat down beside me and pulled my back onto his lap. I looked up into his eyes while I felt hands sliding up my calves onto my thighs. My skirt was slid up and my legs were spread wide. One hooked onto the back of the bench and the other held by a strong hand. Fingers explored my thighs tantalisingly slowly. I wasn’t wearing any panties so I had no where to hide the slickness seeping out of my pussy. Hands were on my breasts squeezing slightly and I was starting to pant as a fingertip slowly ran up and down up the silky smooth outer lips of my pussy. “Oh yes” I moaned into my mans mouth that was down covering mine with hot french kisses. A finger was circling the exterior of the entrance of my pussy and I was practically begging to be filled. Moving my hips around trying to find something to fill me, I was suddenly held down and let out a sobbing moan. Foreplay with four man hands on you was next level desire. If I hadn’t a tongue in my mouth I would have been embarrassing myself with how much I would have been begging. I couldn’t move my hips, I couldn’t beg, I couldn’t wait to be filled I was dying with need. A finger slowly dipped into me and was pulled out and offered to my lips. “Taste how wet your greedy pussy is,” my man told me. I hungrily licked his finger clean, sucking on it down to the knuckle and taking in and out of my mouth. “Let me taste you too,” my man said as he removed his fingers from my mouth and licked my tongue. Meanwhile my thighs were being licked and I was trying desperately to move my hips to get that tongue inside of me. Still being held down and held open I was in a state where I was the most aroused I had ever been in my life. That tongue was licking up and down the inside and outside of my pussy lips. Every time my lips were freed up for a breath I gulp up oxygen and moaned out carbon dioxide. I was shameless in my desire and begged. I wanted to be naked, I wanted to be taken, I wanted to cum over and over again. And I wanted to be covered in cum, filled the fuck up with cum. Goddamn how can there be so many sensations all at once. Finally, my clit was flicked oh so gently with a tongue and I nearly leapt off the bench. My man held me down and stared into my eyes, devouring my moans and pleads with his kisses. His fingers stroking my nipples through the fabric of my lace bra, gently pinching them, rubbing his fingernails over the sensitive flesh. The top of dress was pushed down at some point it seemed. That tongue circled the opening to my pussy over and over again while I nearly cried with anticipation. And then he ate my clit, gobbled it like cookie monster and I came so undone. A hand muffled my screams and I bit into the fleshy palm. Oh fuck I needed more.

I was being picked up and moved. Maybe I was floating up to the stars? I didn’t care, I just did not want this to end. On all fours now, fingers were in me, one slowly and gently exploring, another joining in the enjoyment of the soaking wet pussy. My thighs glistened in the moonlight as my g-spot was found and pussy juice milked out of me as I squirted repeatedly. “Good girl, give me some more,” I heard as hand slapped the flesh of ass and a tongue licked up the seam of my ass. Another finger pressed into me and the pressure set me off into a fresh spasm of another orgasm. I must have been being too noisy as my mans cock was brought to my lips. I opened willingly and swirled my tongue around the tip of his head. When I Felt a tongue lapping at my ass hole I opened my mouth to moan and got a mouth full of cock instead. “Oh yes keep doing that to her,” my man urged our guest. “She’s fucking moaning all over my cock.” He grabs a fist full of my hair and asks me “Do you like that baby? Your ass being taken care of, your pussy full of fingers and my cock down your throat?” I moaned and took him deeper, as my pussy spasmed again and crushed the fingers inside of it. A thumb slipped into my ass and I moaned harder on the cock in my mouth causing my man grip my hair harder and empty his delicious thick cum into my mouth. He sat sprawled out on bench with me draped all over him breathing heavily. “Our guest must be completely blue balled by now. Let’s take him inside and get him taken care of. Do you think that pretty little mouth of yours can take another load of cum?” my man asks me as he holds my chin and looks into my eyes. “Yes of course. This bench is uncomfortable. Can you please fuck me too?” I ask. “As if you even need to ask,” my man replies.

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Stay tuned for part 2
*kisses*
Love Miss Divintiy