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."
