The Hunger

After a rough day at the office and a frustrating missed connection due to my over reliance on Google Maps, I was hungry and horny. I hadn't had a cock for several months and the hunger was growing. I needed a cock, so I posted an ad expressing my need and waited eagerly for replies.

At last, I got the email I wanted: a 50 year old married man staying in a local hotel not too far from where I was working. We exchanged emails and determined that I needed a cock to taste and he needed a cock to unload.

While driving toward his hotel, I remembered he had commented on the white stocking tops in the picture I had sent him. Unfortunately, I didn't have them with me; however, I had a bit of time to kill before meeting him, so I stopped at a Target on the way to pick up a pair of black thigh highs.

The lingerie and hosiery section was in the middle of the store, in an open area. I walked toward it, hoping against hope there wouldn't be any women there. Approaching it, I saw a couple of teenage girls and a mother with her toddler examining the goods. I made a quick detour toward the men's shoes: I knew what they would think if they saw me thumbing through the stocking packages, especially since I would need to check the sizing chart on the unfamiliar brands there. No man buying something for his wife would need to do that and I wasn't yet brave enough to stare down the inevitable disapproving looks in this still conservative town.

The clock was ticking and I nervously looked at the men's sneakers, wishing I had the guts to step one aisle over and check out the women's heels I coveted. I checked my watch and realized I would have to act soon or run the risk of being late for my appointment. I could have shown up without them: he was expecting bare-legged play. But I wanted to please him by giving him something smooth to caress. And that desire gave me the courage I needed to go over and pick out a pair of stockings, not caring what kind of looks I got...

...although, of course, I got none. No one looked at me, not even the teenagers whose smirks I feared the most. And then, I realized: no one cares about what other people are doing in a store like Target. The only person who could out me was me. I took a couple of cleansing breaths and picked out a pair of black thigh highs that would fit me. I went through the checkout with no difficulty. Back in the car, I headed to his hotel. Just the thought of wearing them started my cock twitching and my sub mode kicking in.

Arriving at the hotel, I walked into the lobby as instructed. Standing outside the main entrance was a man I guessed, correctly, was my dinner. He was average in appearance, with a bit of middle aged spread, but none of that mattered. He had a cock and was going to feed it to me. For this evening, he was my master and I was his cock slave.

"What's in the bag?" he asked.

"Something special for you," I replied, with a smile that he mirrored.

We took the elevator to his room, not looking at each other. Perhaps, one day, I'll be bold enough to hold a man's hand in the elevator or even kiss him, but, for now, that remains in the realm of Literotica fantasies. In the real world, we both looked straight ahead, in the time honored tradition of men not looking at other men.

Entering his room, he took off his shoes and socks. I followed and asked to use his bathroom. While he waited for me on the bed, I used the facilities, then took off my clothes. As each item came off, shirt, pants, underpants, my submission deepened and my hunger grew. Finally, I put on the stockings, enjoying their smooth feel on my skin and wondering how he would like seeing them on me. 

I walked out to serve him, naked but for my stockings.

Instinctively, I lowered my eyes, but I saw him get up from the bed and peel off his tee shirt, shorts and underpants. The first thing I noticed was his cock; it was flaccid, but, even in that state, I could see it was going to be a challenge to get his thickness in my mouth. The spear head got my mouth watering and the small ball sac got me salivating as I realized it would be easy to take both his balls in my mouth.

As he grabbed my cock and pulled me to him, my eyes were drawn up his hairy chest to his nipples, which were small but fully erect. I knew I had to taste them as well. My reflections were interrupted by the pleasure his hand was bringing my cock; instinctively, I grabbed his and returned the favor, feeling it grow in my hand. I continued to stimulate him with my hand. He pulled my head toward his left nipple and told me to suck it. I needed no further encouragement and went to work on it, licking it with my tongue and sucking and nibbling lightly on it. The hair around it rubbed against my nose, stimulating me further. He moaned appreciatively and ran his hand through my hair, encouraging me, then guiding my head to the other nipple. By this time, his cock was fully erect, about 7" and thick in my hand. However, I wanted more than that...

...and so did he. "Move down slowly," he ordered me, and I complied. I kissed my way down his chest, dropping to my stocking clad knees. My lips nuzzled in his manly belly hair and down one thigh, teasing his cock but not touching it yet. My lips went halfway down one thigh, planting soft kisses in the front as my hands stroked the back of his legs, marveling in the softness of the hair on his legs. I explored them with my fingertips, trying to keep my touch as light as the kisses I was planting on his thighs. As I moved up the thigh, over his belly and down the other thighs, he murmured contentedly and sighed with pleasure.

At last, my lips moved down his belly and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock, followed by one on each ball. My hunger was kicking in as I ran my tongue slowly up his shaft, tasting it for the first time. It was relatively smooth, with a noticeably large seminal tube in front, which, I trusted, would soon be feeding me what I craved. I circled the large, thick head with my tongue, feeling the various textures and noting which spots made him twitch. After a minute of that, he was ready.

"Suck my cock."

I slid my mouth over the head and held it in place, letting my tongue explore it in detail. Then, slowly, I lowered my mouth down the shaft about a third of the way, then stopped to let my mouth adjust to it. My mouth may have been still, but my tongue was savoring every bit of the cock that it could reach. My master was groaning in pleasure.

"That's the way, cocksucker. Keep sucking that cock."

Before I started my journey, that word would have humiliated me. But now, it was a badge of honor, a recognition of who I really was. His words drove me even deeper into submission and I lowered my mouth again, until I was at the choking point.

At this point, he sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs to give me more room. Keeping him in my mouth and running my tongue over his shaft, I spread my own legs for balance and began to stroke his thighs again, reveling in their simultaneous softness and hairiness.

He leaned back on his hands and commanded, "Work my nips again."

Keeping his cock in my starving mouth, I moved my hands up his chest and reached out to each nipple. I noticed I could grab his breasts almost like a woman's. I moaned with pleasure as I grabbed them and circled his nipples with my fingers. I rubbed them, pinched them, and pulled them, as his sharp intake of breath and soft cries of, "Oh yes" let me know he was enjoying this as much as I was. Meanwhile, I started bobbing up and down on his cock, covering it with saliva and licking the slit at the top to encourage the precum I so desired. While doing this, I noticed when I went down his shaft, I could feel something moving across the top of the shaft, almost like seminal fluid getting ready for its appearance.

I was in a semi trance by now. I had no concept of time and was moving into that special headspace I get when I sub. This time, however, there were no ropes on me, no clothespins on my crotch, only my fingers tied to his nipples by chains of lust and my mouth willingly raping itself on his cock. The feel of the stockings was a constant background sensation, as were his moans and soft cries of pleasure as I kept my mouth and tongue working his cock. My universe shrank to my master, to his cock, his nipples, his voice, his smell, and I knew already that there would be no spitting out his semen.

How long this continued, I don't know. At some point, he moved my hands to the bed. I wrapped them around his ass as best I could and tried to pull him closer to me. He started driving his cock into me, urging me to take it all. I gagged at first, but, determined to please him, I moved my head down slowly until my lips were on his crotch and he was fully in my mouth. My tongue was doing its best to lick every inch of him at once as it wrapped itself around as much of the cock as it could.

"I'm getting ready to cum," he told me. "Do you want it in your mouth or on your chest?"

I looked up at him. "Where do you want to shoot it?"

"Wherever you want."

I let my mouth's return to his cock supply the answer, as I picked up the tempo, licking and sucking the head in earnest. He started jacking himself while I had him partially in my mouth and started sucking and pulling on the head to coax the precum from it. At last, it started to flow, and I finally got to taste it. It was sweeter than I had expected and was delicious. He kept stroking and pushing in my mouth as I tried to get as much on my tongue as possible. Finally, with a last convulsion, I felt his cock pulse and his cum coat my tongue. I kept his cock in my mouth until he finished. As he pulled it out, I tasted the warm sweetness of his cum and, looking at him, swallowed it very deliberately in front of him.

He lay back on the bed for a moment, exhausted. Still on my knees, I looked up at him and smiled: I had been the Giver of Pleasure and I was content.

But he wasn't...he lifted me to my feet and started to jack my cock, to give me my reward. I moaned in pleasure as he stroked me, but, as he proceeded, I knew I needed something more.

"May I ask a favor, Sir?"

"What do you want?"

"Could I have your cock in my mouth while you stroke me?"

To my delight, he agreed. We lay head to foot on the bed on our sides. While he continued to stroke me, I took his now limp cock in my mouth and started to suckle on it. I knew he couldn't go another round, but that didn't matter. I wanted his cock in my mouth, whether erect or limp. At some primal level I still don't fully understand, I needed his cock in my mouth.

I sucked on it contentedly as he continued to stroke me. My sucking became more urgent as he got me closer to my climax. I hummed my pleasure over his cock even as my breathing grew quicker and shallower. No matter what, I wasn't going to let his cock out of my mouth. I licked it more and more urgently as I approached my climax and, as I froze in the moment of ecstasy, I pulled his cock with my lips, stretching it, realizing that it was intensifying the pleasure I was feeling. His hand milked me until nothing else came out. I had ropes of cum on my chest, but all I could do was roll onto my back in exhaustion.

For several minutes, we both lay there, neither one saying anything. It wasn't necessary. I had served my master for the evening well. He was satisfied; my tongue had tasted the cum it needed so much; I understood even more how much of a cock slave I already am, and how much farther I want to go. 

It was a good evening, but the hunger remains and grows. I'm going to need more...and soon. Who will be next to make me their cock slave?