[MFM] Center of Attention

Heads turned.

Just the way she liked it when she walked into a room: all of the attention focused on her.

She hadn’t even reached the bar before the first drink was ordered for her. When it was placed at her fingertips she looked down with disdain; it was a vodka cranberry.

The bartender motioned with her head at the buyer. He tilted his head, happy to have her attention. It wasn’t often a gorgeous woman walked into a bar alone, this near to closing, looking like her. He thought he knew what she was after.

She gave him a once over. He wasn’t wrong but he also wasn’t it. A bar fly, probably all talk and shallow moves. Expensively dressed, overly tanned, with a shit beer in his hand. She scoffed at him, at his offered drink, and turned away. He wasn’t worthy of her. She knew she deserved better.

The others of his type, the hungry and the horny, backed down at one of their own being rejected. While they collectively licked their wounds, she hunted.

Her eyes landed on a table where two men who hadn’t noticed her were having a spirited discussion. One: fit, pale, young and handsome. The other: tall, slim, darker, very much nerdy. Both were casually but well dressed. Both were drinking what looked like whiskey.

She caught the first’s gaze briefly, smiling when he did a double take and their conversation died down as they both looked at her.

Ivy stood out among the women there. Copper haired, freckled, petite, in an emerald green dress and gold heels. Her hair was pulled up showing off a graceful neck. She wore gold tear drop earrings and, brazenly, a matching choker.

The two conversed and strategized over her, throwing her glances, to her indulgent smirk. The others in the bar watched as she waited patiently.

Finally, the first stood and walked over to her. “Of course,” Ivy thought, “it wouldn’t be the nerdy one approaching.” She grinned, expecting a terrible opening line.

“Hi, I’m Scott,” he offered, his hand outstretched.

It was the best line he could have used: it was genuine. She took his hand and he shook it properly rather than daintily simply because she was a woman. Another good choice on his part. “Scott?” he nodded, “I’m Ivy,” she responded, warmly.

“Nobody offered you a drink yet?” he asked, oblivious to the earlier exchange.

“Not a good one.” She didn’t even look back at the vodka cranberry left at the bar, alone.

“Well, do you feel like experimenting?” he asked, hopefully.

Her voice grew flirty, “Experimenting is why I am here…”

He didn’t catch the sign. “Well, would you like to join us as at the table.” It was getting better by the minute, not a lot of men would have asked her to sit with their friend. He really was adorably innocent.

She looked past him to the nerdy man who had been watching the conversation. He looked away immediately to her delight. “Who is we?”

“Oh…,” Scott realized, “That’s Krish.”

She barely had to think about it. “I’d love to, as long as I can sit in the middle.”

“Oh? You like being the center of attention, do you?” He finally gave in to flirting.

“You have no idea…” she trailed off.

—

They drank whiskey.

The conversation flowed easily while Ivy pressed herself against Scott. Krish, to his credit, added to the table’s dialogue where appropriate. He wasn’t cripplingly shy as she had first thought but he had his moments of nerves. Ivy, for her part, lavished attention to them both. They lapped it up gleefully, happy at having this gorgeous woman show them affection.

She enjoyed flirting with them, sitting in the middle. Enjoyed running her fingers through Scott’s hair and rubbing Krish’s arm. The two men had chemistry, exactly what she was looking for when she had set out. She felt at ease in between them.

It was during a long joke, bouncing between them both, that she acted. She’d heard it before and just before Scott was to deliver the punch line, she grabbed a fistful of shirt and hair alike and kissed him. He was surprised but soon melted into the kiss, the alcohol certainly helping.

The joke was soon forgotten. Krish started, shocked at the public display of affection. He stammered, “Uh… yeah, I think I’ll go-”

Ivy’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist as she continued to kiss Scott. Their tongues fought but she managed to open her eyes and look at Krish who was frozen in place. She grinned, hungrily, and closed her eyes. Her hand pulled Krish’s down to her bare leg.

“Uh…,” he paused, unsure, “Uhm… I don’t think… that-“. She found his hesitation adorable, he’d be wonderful to corrupt.

She broke the kiss with Scott just as his hands wrapped around her waist, pulling tight. Her lips found Krish’s as she pulled him in for a kiss to the shock of both men. She moaned into it, briefly, till Krish responded to her.

She pulled back, licking her lips and looking at both amazed men. They stared at each other, unsure. “I like to be the center of attention, remember?” she laughed, “I mean look around the bar!”

They did. Their table was getting more than a few stares from men and women alike. All eyes turned to Ivy.

“I don’t know that-” Scott began.

“Yeah maybe this-” Krish interjected.

Both were blushing to Ivy’s amusement. She loved throwing them off balance. “Shall we go back to my place? I have something better to taste…”

Her voice hit just the right note. They blushed even harder.

Krish broke the silence, “Uhm… I’ll call a cab. I’ll… uh, see you tomorrow, Scott?”

“Both of you. I want both of you,” she paused deliberately, taking charge, before finishing her sentence, “to come back to my place.”

They looked at each other with apprehension. And then it happened, she saw a small flicker of acknowledgement that meant she had them.

They piled into a cab, Ivy again in the middle. Her dress rode high up her thighs. Maybe she didn’t notice. Maybe she didn’t care to adjust it, giving the driver a view if he wanted.

His eyes were fixed to the road, politely trying to ignore the scene in the back. Her lips were going back and forth from both Scott and Krish, her hands alternating to the other and stroking along their hard bodied chests, down to their belts. She controlled the pace, relishing doing so. Her mouth let out moans and whimpers of pleasure, she was eager to be home. In the midst of foreplay, her mind drifted to thoughts of what would happen that night, heat building between her legs.

—

“Well?” She smiled, waiting cross legged on the edge of the bed.

“It’s just that… that we’ve never done this before. With each other…” Scott stammered. They were standing at the foot of the bed.

“I didn’t choose you for each other,” she sighed theatrically, smiling, “You’re here for me. Both of you are going to fuck me. You’re going to make me the center of attention. And in return, you’ll get a night that a porn star would blush over.”

They looked at each other nervously, intimidated.

“And it’s not going to happen if you stand there in your clothes. Now strip.” She smirked while she played with her now loose hair. “I want to see what I’m playing with.”

They didn’t move. She sighed and rolled her eyes, standing and walking over to Krish. Her fingers ran up his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He responded slowly at first, then more eagerly when her fingers interlaced with his. Her eyes were open, watching Scott, as she guided her hands down to the hem of her dress. They pulled the fabric up and over her head, Krish finally opening his eyes.

She stood there, her near naked body pressed against Krish. Her breasts were firm, filling her push up bra. Matching black and green lingerie framed a flat stomach. Toned arms and legs completed the picture. Ivy felt sultry, stripping herself for them both.

“Like what you see boys?” she asked, resuming her perch on the edge of the bed. She crossed her legs and leaned back on her hands. “Now your turn,” she instructed. To her delight, they didn’t look at each other and began to strip.

“Mm… I do like what I see,” she said, her voice husky. Both were deliciously in shape. Her eyes roved over both. “STOP!”

They paused, unsure. She stood and advanced. Both were just in their shorts, standing. She arched an eyebrow at Krish, her eyes fixated on his crotch. “Something to come back to, I think you’ll have just what I want.” He flushed as she moved to Scott.

She relished this moment of power, objectifying the men she was about to fuck. All while being on display herself. A fair exchange.

“Someone is finally showing some spirit!” She teased. She grazed a fingernail along his bulge, then tapped the tip. Precum was soaking through the cotton. She kissed him hungrily and stepped back.

“Look me in the eye and take it off, Scott,” she ordered, standing in front of him.

He obeyed to her delight. His cock… would do. Hard, curved the right way, and definitely ready for her. She hoped his physical fitness would bring some stamina.

“Your turn, Krish,” she turned, hands on her hips. He gulped nervously, his eyes studiously avoiding the other man.

Her eyes went wide. He was bigger soft than Scott was hard. She licked her lips in anticipation. This would be fun.

Her eyes went from one naked man to the other. Both hers. To do her bidding and bring her pleasure. She loved the control of it. The anticipation of being a slut because she could. She grinned as a plan formed.

She sat on the edge of the bed again. Leaning back, she spread her legs. “Mr. Eager, be a good, generous, boy. Wouldn’t want you enjoying yourself too quickly. And Krish,” she motioned for him to come closer, “Kiss me.”

Scott obliged, embarrassed, as he dropped to his knees. He was clean shaven and baby faced, his skin soft, as his face pressed against her thighs. She groaned deeply watching Krish approach. Scott found her already wet and turned on as he pushed aside her underwear. He spent his team reaching between her legs, kissing along her thighs.

Krish used one giant palm to cup her face and bring her in for a kiss. She moaned into it, far too tender. Her hand found his cock, slowly stroking it as his tongue explored her mouth.

“Mm… fuck….” She moaned out of the corner of her mouth. Scott was good. Really good. He did know how to make up for his cock at least, she thought. Her breathless gasps seemed to be working magic on Krish, his cock was hardening under her grip. Thick, uncircumcised. She wanted it, now. Her other hand joined her first as his kisses grew more urgent.

“Fuck… fuck my mouth,” she begged, her heavy eyes struggling to stay open as Scott’s tongue lapped at her clit, “Fuck…” her eyes rolled into her head as she shivered.

Krish wasted no time. She relaxed her jaw as much as possible, tilting her body to the side as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft as he sat on the bed next to her. She groaned into it as she grew closer.

“Fuck…” Ivy gasped, momentarily, her nails digging into Scott’s hair and Krish’s thigh. His eyes were closed, but that didn’t stop him guiding her hungry mouth back on to his cock.

Exactly what she wanted. She had control but had now given it up for something else. To be dirty, sexy, used and abused by two men. Now, with a thick cock in her mouth, she got her wish: her first orgasm. She gripped the sheets and squeezed down hard with her thighs on Scott’s head, her mouth going slack as she had to pause. Her body shook as the wave hit her, the cock finally leaving her mouth as she screamed in delight.

They gave her a minute as she gasped on the bed, recovering. She laughed, finally, covering her face with her palms. When she finally peeked, she saw them both standing and watching her intently. Both still hard, she noted with a grin.

“Strip me, if you can,” she said playfully.

Scott reached out with a hand to reach her leg. She kicked it away, giggling. His eyes went wide. Krish tried a hand on her arm. She batted it away.

They understood the game. She kicked, shrieked and screamed, trying to resist as they rolled her over, pinning her down. Her thong came off first, wet from earlier. She didn’t make it easy, Scott had to grab her ankles and pull the lace off slowly as she bucked. Krish didn’t have a better time either. He fumbled with her bra strap, eventually snapping the clasp as he pinned her neck down. She slapped and hit as much as she could but it was no good, he outweighed her easily.

“Spank me!” she pleaded, “I’ve been a bad whore.”

They didn’t need to be told twice. Hands of different calibers came down all over her body, starting on her ass and working down her thighs. She burned, thrashed and twisted but they held her down. “More, more!” She begged as her skin turned red. They focused on her legs, her stomach, her breasts and face.

“Fuck!” Ivy screamed, finally signifying she had enough. They pulled back, grinning.

“Scott, since you did a good job earlier,” she gasped, recovering, “You get to fuck me.” Scott gripped her ankles eagerly, his turn to not waste time, and hoisted them over his shoulders. She giggled at her body being pulled around. She knew they’d need a bit of direction, even if they were to take her.

Krish looked disappointed. “Aww… don’t worry. You get to fuck my slutty mouth again.” She said sweetly, looking up at him. His eyes perked up, perhaps this was a kink he’d wanted and never had the ability to indulge.

She lay on her back as both cocks entered her simultaneously. She deep throated Krish to her and his delight, loving being spit roasted as Scott parted her walls.

She could do nothing but grip the sheets as she arched her spine, listening to them both grunt and use her body. Her throat burned from Krish’s size. Her pussy ached, Scott was rough and aggressive, his body slamming into her tender skin. Her legs quivered as he held on to them. Krish, for his part, was squeezing her neck and choking her further, feeling his cock slide down her throat with his hand.

Too aggressive. She could hear it; Scott’s pants and grunts were coming too quickly. He filled her with his cum without warning and she could do nothing but buck as she was impaled on both. She was turned on but not enough for a second orgasm of her own. She felt his seed dripping down her leg, mixing in with her own wetness.

She pushed Krish away, her saliva along the length of his shaft. Again, she was gasping for air. She sat up, kissing Scott and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Krish joined her at her back with Scott in front. “Good boy, Krish,” she purred, her breath finally back. They both kissed her in turn, pulling her head back and forth as they pulled her up to a seat

Their hands explored her body as it was pressed between them on the bed, their earlier nerves replaced with lust. Krish’s heavy cock pressed against her ass. His hands cupped and squeezed her breasts, her body shivering at the stimulation. She felt Scott’s cum stick between her legs.

Her mind was filled with nothing but lust and need. She felt sexy, the attention of two hot men on her. She wanted to be touched, aching for her senses to be filled.

“Bite me,” she growled. “Mark me.” They obliged, their teeth on either side of her neck. Her hands went to their heads, reaching forward and back as she ground her hips back against Krish, squeezed between their hard, sweaty, bodies.

“Fuck me, Krish, fuck me with that thick cock of yours.” She begged, finally, “Fill me and-”

Ivy giggled when she was thrown face down on the bed. Krish wasn’t wasting time, he needed this. He knew what he was doing, easing himself into her. She groaned and arched her spine as she was stretched by his thick shaft, Scott’s cum lubricating the way.

“Fuck… fuck…” She panted. He was still moving into her, “Fuck! F-” Her moans were silenced when Scott pulled her head back and pressed his cock into her mouth. She tasted his cum and her juices on his semi erect cock. He did have stamina.

Krish began to move, slowly at first. She groaned with every stroke, loving how it felt. And each groaned turned Scott on even more. She loved making him hard again by using her mouth, loved how Krish was using her, building speed and filling her.

Krish’s thumb slid into her ass, slowly. She angled her tail bone up, accepting the gift and loving the sensation as her cunt was filled. The quiet ones always knew what to do and she always knew how to bring it out of them, making her feel even hotter and dirtier.

She pressed her palms into both, not to push them away or set their pace, but to feel their bodies move against her. She could hear them grunting and groaning and loved how they used her body, her holes, for their own pleasure. She’d taken two nervous boys and driven them wild. Their attention was just on her.

It hit her without warning: her second. Her body seized up and she exploded with release, her spine curving and arching in turn and her arms flailing. Her legs spasmed and kicked till Krish held them, amplifying the sensation as he drilled into her.

“FUCK!” She screamed, collapsing on her side as they finally let her breathe. Her chest heaved as she gulped down air. They looked at her hungrily, wanting more of her body. They weren’t done with her.

“Tell me… tell me…” She whispered, her voice sore, “Tell me you want me…”

“I want you,” they said in unison. Their hands grabbed at her, pulling her closer, face down again.

She struggled, barely putting up a fight. “Tell me… me… you want to fuck me,” she pleaded.

“I will fuck you,” growled Krish, needy. She shivered. It was exactly the thing she wanted to hear.

“No, wait,” she said, loudly, regaining her voice, her control.

They stopped instantly, releasing her. Ivy smiled at the respect. Gentlemen of sorts it seemed. “Krish, on your back.”

He complied, confused. Then grinned when she straddled him with a grimace as she descended on his cock. She gasped, her mouth open, and collapsed on to his chest as she finally took as much as she could. Krish kissed her, eagerly, her chest squeezed tight as his arms enveloped her. When she didn’t move, he began to lift his hips and resumed his thrusts, slowly at first. She whimpered, sore, but didn’t stop him.

“Fuck… fuck…” She gasped. Her eyes open and she searched for Scott. He was standing at their side, stroking his cock. She grinned, wolfishly. “Fuck… fuck me… Scott…” She begged, “Fuck me in the ass…”

She giggled again at hearing both moan. Scott eagerly went behind her, Krish pausing. She gasped and bit down on his lip, slapping his chest as Scott’s cock entered her ass. All three were slick with sweat, smelling of cum, gasping for air as they paused momentarily.

“Fuck… fuck…” She gasped. “Fuck my ass,” she growled, “Fuck my cunt.” She was beyond turned on. She loved this most of all, crushed between two men and just filled, used. A slut and a whore of her own choosing.

“Fuck me!” She begged, finally ready. They started slowly, an awkward rhythm finally settling in.

“Harder, harder!” She begged, whimpering and fighting the urge to cum again. She wanted this to last. “Harder!” Krish’s hand slapped over her mouth, silencing her, as Scott pulled her head back by grabbing her hair.

She felt the bodies slamming into her. She dug her nails into Krish, fighting to hold on and stay sane. It was too much, being pounded repeatedly for an age. Scott lasted longer than before and Krish had impressively yet to cum.

Scott pinned her arms down, lying his weight on top of her as fucked hard and mercilessly. She bucked and writhed but didn’t want him off.

“Cum for us slut, cum with our cocks in your tight cunt and ass.” It was Scott, completely unexpected and a turn on for her. She loved it, corrupting sweet men and turning them into sex crazed beasts: Scott and Krish.

Krish had his own trick, biting her exposed neck hard as he slammed the entire length of his cock into her. Scott took that as his moment to fill her ass with his cum.

She exploded, trapped between two men while reeking of sex. Ivy had nowhere to go. The men felt every twitch and spasm as she came yet again for them, her body filled with cock. She clenched down on both, paralyzed in between them. The orgasm lasted for she didn’t know how long; her legs were exhauasted and barely able to move when she finally gasped for air.  They didn’t stop until Scott was done with her, exactly how they wanted it. He eventually slid out, collapsing next to them on the bed, spent.

“I want my turn, Ivy.” Fuck… Krish saying her name was too much to bear.

“Yes… yes…” She panted… “How, baby? How can I repay you?” She was eager to please him and his perfect, filling cock.

He pulled her off her and straddled her chest, leaving her enough room to breathe. She understood.

“Spit, swallow or wear?” She asked, her former playfulness coming back.

“Swallow.” There was no hesitation from the shy man. She shivered, feeling her clit throb.

He leaned forward, fucking her face as he held on to her head. She gasped and gagged, being let up for air momentarily. He repeated, frequently, his cock slick and throbbing and tasting of cum. She was surer than ever this was a kink of his. Ivy let her jaw slacken so he held her mouth shut.

His grunts became shorter, his breath hitched. She slid her mouth down his shaft as much as she could. Finally, she was rewarded, his hot thick cum filling the back of her throat. She gagged on a taste she loved but greedily sucked his pulsating cock as his abs contracted over her.

After an age he pulled out, looking down at Ivy. She gave him a quick show, cum dripping down her chin as she smiled. To her satisfaction, he groaned and shivered on his own. Definitely a kink.

He collapsed next to her.

Again, she was sandwiched between Scott and Krish. All three of her holes, used and dripping with cum, her body sore, just like she wanted.

Just like she wanted: she was the center of attention.

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