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Temporary Arrangement with Mr. Greg | EP 6: Release
🕑 Added 2025-09-10 03:30:04 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
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“Do you wanna…?”
Greg paused, his voice low, almost playful. His eyes searched mine, like he wasn’t sure if he should even say it, but then his mouth curved just enough for me to know he was serious.
“Do you wanna… lick it?”
My throat went dry. His cock was in my hand, heavy, warm, my fingers wrapped around the thick shaft as I stroked him slow. My lips parted, though no words came out. I looked up at him, then down at his cock again, then back at him.
“I—uhm… I can try,” I muttered, voice barely above a whisper.
Greg didn’t say anything at first. He just laid there with his cock in my palm, fat and swollen, veins running along the shaft. He watched me with that same half-smirk, half-ache, like he was caught between teasing and wanting.
I leaned closer, my hand still moving, my mouth hovering just above his cock. My lips parted again, breath ghosting over the tip. For a second I just stared at it; the way it pulsed in my grip, the little glisten of precum already there, waiting.
Then, carefully, I lowered my tongue.
Just a flick. Just a taste.
The salty-wet precum spread over my tongue. I pulled back instantly, lips closing, eyes flicking up to him like I’d just done something forbidden.
Greg twitched hard in my hand. His whole body seemed to jerk. “Ah…fuck..Alex,” he hissed. His eyes had gone darker, his chest rising fast.
I couldn’t help smiling a little, small and nervous. “You like it sir?”
His eyes dropped down to where my tongue had been. His voice came out rough. “Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
I licked again, this time slower, dragging my tongue over the swollen head, tracing around the ridge. His cock twitched again, precum smearing under my tongue.
Greg’s fingers flexed at his sides, then one hand came down, resting lightly on the back of my head. Not pushing it, but just… there to gently guide me through the blowjob.
“Fuck man, it’s been so long,” he muttered, voice caught between a laugh and a groan. His hips shifted, cock swelling harder in my grip. “Feels like forever since I’ve had a mouth on my dick.”
I looked up at him again, lips brushing the tip, precum shining on my mouth. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he exhaled. “Work, life… divorce… you stop getting blown as much as you used to.” He gave a small laugh. “Not exactly the kind of thing you admit out loud to your employee, huh?”
I swallowed, smiling nervously. “Guess I’m not exactly your usual employee, am I?”
His hand pressed just a little more against the back of my head, thumb stroking into my hair. “Not even close.”
The words made my chest warm. Made my hand tighten around his cock. I gave him a few slow strokes, squeezing near the base, then bent down again.
This time I opened wider.
My lips wrapped around the tip, sealing over the head. I slid down slowly, taking just the first inch, then pulling back with a wet pop. His cock glistened with my spit, and I went again, a little deeper.
Greg groaned, low and rough. “That’s it… yeah, just like that.”
I breathed through my nose, trying not to panic at the thickness stretching my lips. He was big. Bigger than I’d expected. My jaw already felt it, but the way he reacted…the twitch of his cock, the sound he made…made me want to keep going.
I slid down again, two inches this time, my tongue pressed against the underside. My hand stroked the rest, twisting a little, keeping him wet.
“Fuck man, you’ve got no idea,” Greg muttered above me, head tipped back against the doorframe. “How good that feels… how long it’s been.”
I hummed around his cock, the sound making him twitch again.
He looked down, his hand tightening in my hair, but still gentle. “You wanna try wrapping your lips around more of it?”
I pulled back, licking him slow, spit trailing from my mouth to his shaft. “I can… try.”
“Good,” he said softly, eyes locked on mine. “Just go slow. Don’t rush.”
I nodded and went back down, lips stretching wider. I eased lower, taking more, inch by inch. Four inches, maybe five, until I gagged softly and pulled back, coughing a little.
Greg chuckled, voice deep. “You’re fine. Don’t force it.” His thumb stroked my cheek. “You’ll get there.”
I tried again, slower, pushing past the urge to pull away. I got a little deeper this time before pulling back, spit dripping down his cock, glistening in the low light.
“You’re doing so good Alex,” Greg groaned, hips shifting upwards without him realizing. His cock pushed against my lips again, and I let it in, suck-ing harder. “Fuck man.”
I stroked him while suck-ing, my hand twisting, lips sliding, tongue circling the tip whenever I came up for air. He kept groaning, sometimes muttering little things…“fuck,” “just like that,” “Damn, boy” his voice so raw it made my stomach knot with heat.
After a while, he glanced at me, sweat on his brow, chest rising heavy. “You wanna try going deeper? I’ll help you stretch.”
I hesitated, lips glistening, spit smeared on my chin. “Stretch?”
“Yeah,” he said, voice gentle but teasing. “Your throat. You’ve got a tight little mouth. Takes practice.”
I swallowed, nodding. “Okay.”
He smiled at me, that same mix of smirk and ache. His hand slid a little firmer into my hair. “Breathe through your nose. Just relax.”
I opened wide again, lips sliding down his cock. He pushed gently this time, guiding me lower. My throat tightened, gagging, but he held me there just a second before pulling me back.
“Good,” he muttered. “So fucking good.”
We did it again, a little deeper. Then again, until I was taking more than I thought I could. Each time I gagged, spit spilled from my lips, running down his shaft. My jaw ached, throat burning, but the way he looked at me like I was giving him something he hadn’t had in months kept me going.
Finally, I managed almost all of him. Seven inches, maybe a little more, my lips pressed against the base. I gagged hard, pulling off, spit stringing from my lips to his cock.
Greg groaned, rubbing my head. “Fuck… you are doing so good.”
I wiped my mouth, panting, then smiled up at him. “Guess I’m… getting used to it slowly.”
He laughed, the sound rough and disbelieving. “You’re doing fucking amazing.”
I stroked him again, hand sliding wetly over his spit-coated shaft, then leaned in and licked from base to tip. “Feels good though?”
“Alex,” Greg said, voice shaking. “Feels like the best thing I’ve had in ages.”
That made me grin. I wrapped my lips around him again, sliding down slow, my throat opening bit by bit. This time, I didn’t stop. This time, I let him guide me, his hips hovering over the bed, cock sliding deep into my mouth until I gagged, pulled back, then went down again.
It was messy. Wet. My chin and his cock soaked with spit. But every groan he let out made me harder, every twitch of his cock against my tongue made me hungrier.
And then, with his cock filling my mouth, his hand steady in my hair, Greg looked down at me and said, low and sharp
“Fuck man, I am so close”
I looked up at him with obedient eyes and sealed my lips tighter around his cock, suck-ing harder, dragging my mouth up and down his length.
“Shit… Alex… are you sure you can take it?” Greg’s voice cracked, low and strained.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed, his cock still buried in my mouth, the sound vibrating along his shaft.
“Fuck…keep going, don’t stop…”
I bobbed my head faster, spit running from the corners of my mouth, chin wet. His thighs tensed beneath my hand, his hips giving tiny, desperate thrusts.
“Ahh—fuck… ahhh fuckk…”
I swallowed him down again, pushing myself to take his cock deeper, tongue sliding along the underside, my throat clenching.
“Shit… shit…” he groaned, voice breaking.
His hand tightened in my hair, not rough, but firm enough to hold me right there. His hips lifted slightly off the bed, his cock driving deep into my throat. I gagged softly but stayed down, gripping his thigh as I felt it; his cock throbbing, pulsing and swelling.
Then it happened. His whole body stiffened, his jaw slack, and a ragged moan tore out of him. “Ahhh… fuuuck, Alex…” His cock exploded in my mouth, thick hot spurts of cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed, messy and eager, more spilling down my tongue as he kept groaning, hips twitching, hand trembling in my hair. He gave me everything, until I was choking down his release, until my lips were dripping with it, until he sagged back against the bed with a broken groan.
I pulled back slowly, dragging my lips up his cock, giving one last tight suck before slipping free. A string of cum clung to my mouth as I licked the swollen tip, savoring the taste.
“Holy fuck, Alex,” he panted, chest rising and falling. “You are… fucking crazy man.”
I glanced up at him, lips shiny, and smirked.
“This wasn’t the first time you’ve sucked a dick, was it?” Greg asked, still catching his breath.
I shook my head, smiling. “No, Mr. Greg.” My eyes flicked down to his cock, still heavy against his thigh. “I was just trying to make you comfortable.” I sat back on the bed, wiping my chin.
Greg laughed, a warm, rough sound. He tugged his sweats back up, still shaking his head. “Fuck, Alex… you made me more than comfortable.”
He stood, stretching like the weight of weeks had lifted. For a moment he just looked at me, then he smiled… genuine and grateful. “Thank you man. I really needed this release… after you know the… divorce.”
I gave him a small smile in return.
And then he left, the faint scent of him lingering in the room, my lips still tingling from him, my chest buzzing with what we’d just done.
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Comments
David
Keep the story going, love it
Jay D
Can’t wait for the next chapter!
