#hangry writes

The music pounded over the speakers, the bass could be felt in your chest. It was a pretty cool night outside, inside though the club was packed and hot. The way your tights clung to your legs, your shirt sticking to parts of your back, the rolls on your sides and some parts of your chest. Your skirt giving the perfect amount of cover and breeze to help cool you off.

The lights and sounds were making it difficult to feel like you were on earth. The sea of bodies on the dance floor making it an arduous trek to the bar. Squeezing between people, sliding through groups, awkwardly dancing by someone to get through the crowd.

You take an open spot at the bar, pushing your hair behind your shoulders, the nice breeze from the AC that blasted over the bar was such a nice change. The bartender came over and asked you what you wanted to order.

“A beer and two shots please! Iced glass!” you yell over the music. Bartender nodded and off they went to get your drinks. Lightly bobbing to the music as you waited.

“The man on the other side of the bar bought this for you.” Another bartender said, sliding two shots in front of you. You raise a brow and look over to where they pointed and there was a man smiling and winking at you.

“Oh…” you chewed your bottom lip and looked back out at the dance floor, you couldn’t see your booth from here, but you could definitely feel eyes on you. You looked back over at the man and give a nod and a wave. Picking up one of the shots you threw it back. After this, it was going to be a long night and you couldn’t wait. The second shot also met the same fate as the first, you lick your lips and stack the shot glasses together. The alcohol burned and churned whatever contents it had as you waited. Then another set of shots and the beer were set in front of you.

“Thank you!” you pay for the drinks and take the shots one right after another and leave them there. Picking up the beer you make your way back towards the booth you were sitting in. As you got closer two booted feet met you from under the table. You slid into the booth and placed the beer down in front of the older man who had an arm slug across the back of the booth.

“Here you go.” you say with a smile. The brunet looked at the beer then at you, those pretty crow wrapped hazel eyes settled on you and you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together.

“What was that?” he said as he picked up the beer and took a sip. The question was short, clipped, he didn’t want no beating around the bush. You watched as he spoke, the way his mouth formed the question. Your stomach was suddenly in your throat as you tried to think of something to say.

“N-nothiinnngg. Just someone brought me two shots is all.” you tell him, waving a hand dismissively trying to defuse the situation.

All Joel did was nod and sip his beer quietly. Welp there he goes. You think to yourself. The two of you sit there enjoying the people dancing, the music. Joel had you move to sit fully in his lap at this point, wanting to make sure no one could make a mistake and think you were single. A large hand draped in your lap, the other on the beer.

He was warm, if anyone asked you he’d be hot to the touch, but you were bias when it came to the old fart. A waitress came over and set down a beer for Joel and two more shots for you.

“A gentleman at the bar wanted to buy you two a drink.” she said with a smile.

“Than-” you started as Joel put the hand that was in your lap up to wrap loosely around your throat, thumb gently stroking where your pulse was pounding through your veins. Your mouth closed and you sat quietly.

“Thank you sugar.” Joel said, reaching with his other hand to pull out a five dollar bill and tip the woman.

“Of course.” she said, taking the five and walking away.

“Got yourself a lil admirer huh?” Joel spoke into your ear, voice low not like anyone could hear him talking to you. You swallowed whatever saliva was gathering in your mouth as Joel continued to be Joel. “Sees you sittin’ here and still thinks they’ve got a chance?” he snorted warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“No, Joel it’s not li-” you tried to explain. The hold Joel had on your throat tightened a little, gently pressing against your jugular. Your face was on fire, your stomach in knots and your thighs crossed as tight as possible in this position. Your panties were soaked.

“One, I didn’t ask you to answer me. And two, who are you callin’ Joel?” he asked, voice stern. “Now you answer me.” the elder ordered.

“I’m sorry sir. I w-was just expla-aing that it wasn’t like that, sir. I gave no one, no one an inkling of a doubt to think they have a chance.” you stumbled through, trying not to fidget, knowing that’ll be another thing you’d have to deal with.

You felt him open his mouth, hear the intake of breath to be reprimanded on how you ended that sentence.

“Sir.” you beat him to it.

“Good girl.” was all he said, the hold on your throat going back to loose once again. He finished his beer, then started on the new one. You sat there, people watching, body thrumming, waiting for Joel to do something.

“Can drink them.” he spoke, once he was half way done with his beer.

“Thank you sir.” you reach for one and take it. The liquid burning and just adding to the fire Joel had started.

“ ‘Course baby.” Joel turned his head to the side to kiss her temple. “I’m of course going to sort ‘im out.”

“You really don’t have to sir.” you whine.

“No, no. I promise it’ll be fun.” another kiss to your temple. A shiver goes down your spine and straight into your cunt.

“Get up, I’m going to the bathroom.” he told you. You nodded and slid off his lap, sitting on the now cold booth seat.

“Would you like me to come with you sir?” you ask looking up at him. Joel’s gaze settled on you and he gave a little smile. “No, not right away. Give me ten minutes, then I want you to meet me in the men’s bathroom in the last stall.” he explained. You squeezed your thighs together at his words and nodded. Your hands settled on your thighs, nails digging into the flesh of your thighs to give some pain.

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl. Have your second shot.” Joel ordered and walked away. You lick your lips and look at the shot. Gaze moving to watch Joel, how he all but stalked towards the bathroom.

God your panties were soaked and he hadn’t even touched you yet. You were acting like it was something you hated. But it was so hot when Joel got possessive of you. He would of bent you over the table and fucked you right in front of everyone if it was that type of club. You take your last shot, licking your lips and settling back into your seat.

At the ten minute mark you make your way to the bathroom. Some men were standing outside in a line, waiting. You give a small smile and a wink and walk in ahead of them.

“Oh hey there pretty lady.” some drunk man at the sink greeted you as the door closed behind you. Your stomach was doing summersalts, you felt so incredibly empty right now, just wanting to be filled. Whatever Joel had planned for you, it was gonna be so good.

“Here.” came Joel’s voice. You looked over to the last stall and he was peaking out, calling you over.

“Yes sir.” you answered him and made a bee line for him.

“Got more admirers?” he asked when you were close enough, the tone sending liquid heat to fill your stomach.

“N-no sir not at all.” Joel reached to grab a fist full of your hair and drag you into the stall. The sharp pain went straight to your cunt. God please fill me. You thought to yourself.

You faced into the stall and there was the guy from the bar. Your stomach dropped as you locked eyes with a man who had a gag and his arms tied behind his back.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Joel was pressed closely to your back, the click of the stall lock shifting into place. The words died in your throat and you closed your mouth.

Joel wrapped an arm around you, grabbing your chin to have you keep eye contact with the other man.

“Look who I found honey.” Joel said, staring down at the man sitting on the toilet seat. He was hard already. “Thought I could have a word with him while you’re here.” Joel said, his free hand moving to lift your shirt up to reveal your breasts. The bralette you were wearing was easy for Joel to pull down and have them spill out.

“Hope you don’t mind honey.” Joel said into your ear. Your face and chest were hot to the touch, your pussy throbbing at this whole interaction. The man from the bar just watched, eyes taking everything in.

“Go on honey, I’ll allow you to say hello. Then I don’t want to hear anything from you. Do I make myself clear? Just nod your head.”

You nod your head to Joel’s words. “H-hi.” you greeted the other man who nodded back to her, moaning some greeting.

“Good girl.” the elder praised. Joel pushed so you had your hands holding you up against the wall, tits deliciously hanging over your ‘audience’. The man’s head followed, leaning back against the wall to look up at you.

Joel’s hands came around to fondle and play with your breasts, rough calloused hands squeezing and pinching your nipples. You arched into his hands, biting your bottom lip to keep quiet like Joel wanted.

The way your head hung your hair came over your shoulders, revealing the delicate skin of your neck and shoulders. Joel’s lips were lighting a fire as he placed kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders, the bite of his beard when he decided to bite and mark you. You stared down at the man before you, he watched eagerly. Joel’s hands abused your tits, your thighs squeezed together just as you felt the elder press against you further. He was also hard, Joel was about to make an example out of you to this random man. He slapped and pulled your breasts.

“Bet your soaked right now.” Joel said low enough so only you heard him. You nodded, pressing back against his hard on. Grinding back against him, his hips bucking as you teased him. You could just picture the texture of his jeans against your hot, sensitive skin. God you wanted him in you now.

The pound of the music could still be felt, so could the use of every other stall and sink in the bathroom. Making you highly aware that if you did break people would hear you.

Joel’s hands moved from your breasts and went to your skirt, lifting it up, he held it against your stomach, showing the tights you had and your underwear to the other. If you could blush any harder you would. “Hold.” was the order. One of your hands came off the wall and held your skirt up just the way Joel had it.

“Being so good for me baby.” he praised and you preened at it, leaning back against him, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck.

“Did I say you can touch?” he questioned as your fingers carded through his hair. You whined softly and went back to leaning against the wall one handed.

“I said I didn’t wanna hear you.” he said, tone cold. One of his hands came up and wrapped around your throat tightly. He was cutting off circulation and your air flow.

Biting your bottom lip to tried to keep quiet and not beg and apologize. Tried not to reach for his hand to get him off your throat. You just looked down at the man before you, his eyes glazed over with want.

Did Joel lore him in here with lies about fucking you? Did this man know he was in for the show of his lifetime. Your stomach coiled and rolled, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way your panties were sticking to you. You couldn’t help but fidget, wanting to get some relief from squeezing your thighs together. Then came a sharp slap to one of your thighs. You stilled as pain bloomed from the area that was hit. Then it was hit again and you focused back seeing that Joel finally let your throat go. You sucked in air trying to get your breathing under control.

“Why are you trying to get off without permission?” he snapped in your ear. “You’ll get to cum. But only when I say so.” you nod and stand still. Joel maneuvers you to put one leg up, foot on the other man's thigh. He moaned softly as you put your weight on him. Joel’s hands moved back down your body, playing with your tits and traveling further. He tore a hole into your tights that split perfectly where you wanted him. He put a hand between your legs and it took every ounce of will power not to grind into that hand. He rubbed you through the fabric groaning softly in your ear at the feel of you.

“Fuckin’ soaked. That all fo’ me?” he asked. You were still staring at the man sitting, his eyes were honed in on Joel playing with your pussy. You mouth a curse, sinking teeth into your bottom lip to keep quiet. The hand on your skirt balling into a fist.

Joel pushed your underwear to the side, circling your clit with his index and middle finger. Your hips bucked against his hands and almost let out a whine when he pulled his hands away. He slapped the inside of your thigh.

“Apologize.”

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, readying your words. Then he hits the same thigh again and the words die on your tongue.

“P-ple,” another slap to the inside of your thigh quiets you as you try and beg.

“I’ll only repeat myself twice.” came the threat. Your pussy was so empty, so empty.

“I-I-‘m sorry sir.” you panted. The man on the toilet was quiet as he watched, leaning forward to be closer to your cunt.

Joel’s hands went right back where you wanted them, underwear held to the side and reaching further to spread your slick folds.

“How’s she lookin’?” Joel asked, one of his fingers reaching to circle your clit, making your walls flutter with the need to be filled. The man groaned, leaning his head against your thigh. Joel chuckled in your ear.

“Look at him, so fuckin’ pathetic. He wants you so bad honey. Wants to taste this wet cunt.” his breath ghosted over your ear, your neck as he spoke. Your walls continued to flutter, your hole sloppy wet for the elder.

Please Joel, please, please, please. You whine in your head hoping he could hear you.

“It’s gonna be so great to see his face when we’re done with him.” came that terrifying dark chuckle that rose goosebumps over every inch of skin that was exposed to the air.

“Alright baby, I’ve tortured you enough for now.” he started, watching as the man between your legs trues to get closer, he couldn’t even taste you if he tried. The gag, it looked like parts of a shirt, was in the way. “How about you rub yourself on his face?” Joel said loud enough this time for the other to hear him. He perked up and nodded, groaning an answer of agreement and started to fidget.

“And yes, I want to hear you. I’m sure we both want to hear you. You can cum whenever you’d like.” Joel said, his words like warm silk over your skin. He helped you up, to get your other foot on his other thigh. You squatted over the man and he groaned, nuzzling into your inner thighs now that you were much closer. Joel reached for the gag.

“You make a noise or try and get attention on us I’ll knock you out and you’ll wake up in both our juices.” he threated as he pulled the gag.

“Yes sir.” came the weak reply before he was diving in between your legs and started to lap and suck at your folds.

“O-oh fuck.” you hiss quietly, pressing your hips down into his mouth, rutting your face against him.

“Jus’ like that girl.” Joel hummed softly, reaching down to spread your folds open further. That caused your seat to take your clit into his mouth, he circled that nub like his life depended on it. Your mouth fell open as you watched, hips always moving. Your hands went to your tits and began to pinch and pull your nipples.

“F-fuck sir.” you whine softly. Joel was pressed tight behind you, your head was right on his shoulder. You turned your head, mouth agape as they both played with you.

“Gonna cum for me darlin’? Gonna cum for daddy?” he asked, voice rough and low, gliding over your body.

You can’t even get the word out as your orgasm tears through you. Joel pushes the other guy's head back just as you cum. Squirting all over his face and into his mouth, his shirt and lap. Joel quickly rubs your clit and folds and that makes you gasp, legs threatening to close but you knew better. You kept them open and kept cumming on Joel’s hand.

“Oh just like that sugar. Yes.” he hummed, kissing your throat as he slapped your pussy causing you to buck your hips and squeeze your legs closed.

Joel’s fingers kept up the assault on your clit as you rutted against his hand, thighs almost cemented together to get him to stop.

“Open.” he ordered, biting your earlobe roughly. A soft groan came from you and you opened your shaky legs. Your participant was right back to pressing his face between your legs.

“God. Oh fuck Jooel.” you gasp softly, head snapping forward so you can watch the man between your legs. Biting your bottom lip you grind down onto him, your hands reaching for Joel’s arms and sinking your nails into him. The elder hissed softly at the sting.

As your enjoying your seat you hear the distinct sound of a belt buckle coming undone. That sound had you cumming, legs squeezing the man’s head. His mouth never stopped as you rutted against him, making more of a mess.

Joel had pulled himself out of his pants and was now rubbing and slapping himself against your messy folds.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please daddy. Please I need you in me so fucking bad.” you beg your hands moving along your stomach and chest.

“Want daddy inside you? Fillin’ you til yer over flowin’?”

You nod to everything he says, softly chanting “yes, yes, yes please.”

Joel slowly slides against your pussy, groaning in your ear. He deliberately filled you, your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you were stuffed. Your walls throbbed and pulsed around him.

“Fuck sugar. Gripping me so tight.” he grunted, slowly pulling out.

“No, no, n-no please put it back.” you babbled as you felt him start to remove himself from your core. Joel cursed at your plea and filled you again.

“Oh daddy,” you sigh. His large hands settle under your thighs, fingers biting into your plump flesh.

Joel began to thrust up into you, dragging his length across your wet velvet crevice. “Shit baby.” he hissed as he surged forward writing his name inside you.

“I-..f-fuuuck I-“ you couldn’t even ready yourself, you slumped back against Joel’s shoulder again, letting him hold all your weight.

“Thas it. Give it to me baby.” he told you, his pace picking up speed. Joel bullied your insides just right. His hand came up to cover your mouth as a loud moan almost broke free. He pulled from you and slapped and rubbed his cock against your folds as you came. Your juices going everywhere, absolutely soaking the man under you.

“Yes pretty girl just like that.” he praised, slapping your pussy with his hand now, much harder than before. Your hips jerk towards his hand, wanting more.

“So pretty when you cum.” Joel complimented. The elder helped you to your feet, so you weren’t over the other man again. Joel positioned your hands back on the wall, his large hands smoothing over heated sensitive skin. He babbled praise and filth into your shoulder. His cock was still nestled amidst your folds. Your on looker moaned softly as he watched the two of you.

Joel’s hands fixed themselves to your hips, thick fingers biting into your skin. He began to piston his hips, dragging himself through your folds, the head of his cock brushing your clit. The brunet did this a couple of times, you met every thrust with your own.

“Please, please, please.” you whimper, one of your hands reaching back to spread your ass for him, bending farther. “Need you inside, please, please.” you beg.

Joel groaned as he watched you. He pushed your hand out of the way and spread your ass himself. “Fuck baby, look at you. Want this big ol’ cock in this tight little hole?” he asked. You nodded furiously before he even got the question out of his mouth. The elder laughed at you as you nodded. “Lord, you're more pathetic than our guest here.” he told you as he lined his cock up with your hole and sluggishly fed you every thick inch of him.

“O-oh yes! Yes, just like that. Love your cock daddy. Feels so fucking good.” you babble, wanting to slam your hips back against him but he held you fast. Your hands dug into the shoulders of your ‘guest’. You met his eye as Joel withdrew and drove right back in, filling you to the hilt. “Fuck.” you gasp, head dropping as you enjoy the feel of Joel stretching you.

“Want you to cum fer me one more time baby. Then daddy can fill you.” he hummed. The brunet’s pace was steady, he slammed back home every time, making you press back against him wanting him as deep as possible.

He reached to grab a handful of your hair and yank your head back. A loud moan ripped from you. Joel’s hips went faster, he added more force. The song playing at the moment had Joel filling you on beat, the feel of his balls slapping your clit had you in a frenzy.

“D-don’t stoo-ah! Yes, right there.” you moaned loudly, slamming back against Joel, your nails digging into the fabric of your guests shirt. Your legs shook, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came again, the strength in your legs giving out. Joel held you to him, cock still buried deep inside you. You could feel your juices roll down your inner legs.

“Fuck baby. Good girl.” he praised, slowly pulling out of you.

“N-no, putit bak peaze.” you slurred your words. Joel laughed at you again and positioned you so now you were facing him.

“You’ll have me back baby.” he said. The elder picked you up, one leg hanging over each of his arms, spread wide for him.

“Look at me.” he ordered. You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked into those now dark hazel eyes.

His gaze held yours for a little. “Open your mouth.” came another order. You did as you were told, opening your mouth wide, tongue sliding out.

Joel smirked and spit into your mouth. You close your mouth and swallow, eyes boring into his. “Good girl.” he praised. “Eyes on me.” his final order before he filled you. God you couldn’t wait. You don’t care about whatever lesson he was trying to teach.

“Please, please. Want you in me so bad daddy. Fill me, feel your load spill out of me into my panties when we leave.” you babble, soft enough just for him to hear you.

“Lil’ louder. We do have company.” he said.

“Want your fat cock in me so bad daddy. Can’t wait to feel your load spill out of me onto my panties when we leave. Gonna be a mess when we get home.” you whine louder, rutting against him, slick folds gliding along his length.

“Good girl. Fuck.” he groaned.

“Please, please daddy. Pretty please?” you mumbled keeping your eyes on him and not on the cock between you that you wanted to be able to taste from your cunt.

Joel leaned forward and kissed you for the first time tonight. That broke whatever last shred of restraint you had. Your hands moved along his chest, shoulders, cupped his face and finally settled in his hair grabbing handfuls. The elder groaned into your mouth, kissing back sloppily, hips following your rhythm. He pulled from the kiss for air, you kissed along his jaw and throat, marking him, biting into hot skin. He pulled back a little and looked between you two.

“Put me in baby.” Joel said. You didn’t give it a second thought, one of your hands surging between the two of you to stroke Joel, getting to finally feel him. How hard he was, he was so close you could tell.

“Yes, right here daddy. Cock belongs right here.” you prattle as you rub him against your folds, slap him against you. “Dick looks so good. Gonna feel at home inside me.” you moan as you like him up and he slams right home inside you.

Your mouth falls open and you go to lean your forehead upon his shoulder and remember your order. You look him in the eyes, biting your bottom lip.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me please.” you beg. Joel’s hands gripped her thighs as he started his pace. The ‘old’ man did not hold back. The music was pounding again and so was Joel. There was nothing you could pay attention to more than the feel of this man inside you. Bullying your cunt into the shape of his dick. The brunet was brutal, you forgot you were in a public place, that there was literally a man behind you watching you get fucked by your boyfriend.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me. Yesyesyesyesyesyes.” you whimper, keeping his gaze.

“Cum in me daddy please? I want your load so bad. Show ‘im. Show him who I belong to daddy.” you moan, nodding as you held on for dear life. “Right there, right there.” You could feel your next orgasm approaching quickly.

Joel stared into your eyes as he drilled into you. Blunt nails digging into your flesh, marking you. “Yeah baby. Gonna make him eat my loud outta ya. He wants to taste you again, gonna have to taste me.” he growled, slamming you into him.

“Fuck baby.” Joel groaned. His pace never wavered, he was on beat with the bass outside the bathroom. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails scrapping through the fabric.

“Pussy is all mine. Your mine.” the elder groaned as his hips stilled and he came hard.

“FUUUUUUCK JOEL.” you moan loudly, clinging to him as you shake apart, making a mess of the three of you again. He continued to pump into you until he was pleasantly overstimulated. He walked towards the man on the toilet, helping you squat back over him.

“Let’s go, clean her out.” Joel demanded the other back. He pushed you back so you could sit on his face. A soft moan came from you as he cleaned you up. Your hips jerked and bucked when he would suckle your clit. You came one final time, drenching this man once more. Your legs shook, you didn’t even remember where you were anymore.

“Come on honey, let’s get you home.” Joel fixed your clothes and his, wiped you down best he could and led you out of the stall.