Coworker Complications Pt. 03

Carson grabbed his phone, framing her--naked, cum-streaked, grinning--as she posed, mouth open to show the load before gulping it down, then blowing a kiss to the lens. "Keep it on," he said, and she nodded, slipping the pink dress back on, the cum streaking in sticky lines on her face as they checked out. The manager, still flushed, tapped the register. "25% off--uh, thanks," he muttered, bagging their haul. They stepped outside, Megan strutting now, cum on her face, one nipple slipping free again as Carson recorded, the sidewalk parting around her--shocked gasps, wolf whistles, stares trailing her like spotlights. She giggled, swaying her hips, the dress barely containing her, and they flagged a cab, piling in with bags spilling over their laps.

"Here's the address" Carson said as he leaned forward showing the screen of his phone to the driver, a grizzled guy who glanced at Megan's face in the rearview, smirked, and pulled off. She leaned against Carson, legs wide, buzzing with champagne and adrenaline, oblivious to the cabbie's leer.

The cab screeched to a halt outside Ryan's apartment building, a squat brick tenement tucked between a bodega and a laundromat, its flickering streetlamp casting jagged shadows across the cracked sidewalk. Megan stumbled out first, her heels--new from Vixen Vibe, black and strappy--clicking unevenly as she adjusted her grip on the shopping bags, the pink dress riding high, one nipple still peeking free from the dislodged V-neck. The cum on her face--Carson's and the manager's--had dried into sticky patches, glinting faintly under the sodium glow, her blonde waves tousled from the night's chaos. Carson followed, slamming the door shut, his phone in one hand, the other hefting her work bag, the contract still tucked in his pocket like a loaded gun. The cabbie peeled off with a grunt, tires spitting gravel, leaving them in the quiet hum of the late-night street--empty save for the distant clatter of a trash can and a figure lurching toward them from the alley.

Tyrone emerged from the shadows, his lanky frame draped in a stained hoodie and ripped jeans, a wild grin splitting his weathered face as he clocked Megan's outfit. "Holy fuck, girl--that dress!" he hollered, his voice a gravelly boom, eyes bulging as he staggered closer, the stench of cheap beer and unwashed clothes trailing him. His gaze snagged on the cum streaking her forehead and chin, then flicked to Carson--decidedly not Ryan--looming beside her. "Oh, shit, you slut--whose load is that? I'm grabbing that ass tonight, watch me!" He lunged forward, hands outstretched, fingers wiggling like he'd already claimed her.

Carson's grin vanished, his jaw tightening as he stepped in front of Megan, dropping the bags with a thud. "Back the fuck up, asshole," he snapped, closing the gap in two strides and slamming Tyrone against the brick wall, pinning him by the shirt with a meaty fist. The fabric bunched under his grip, Tyrone's sneakers scraping the pavement as he flailed, his bravado crumbling fast. "You don't touch her unless I say so--got it?"

Tyrone's hands shot up, palms out, his grin morphing into a shaky laugh. "Whoa, whoa, easy, man--sorry, shit, I'm cool, I'm cool!" His eyes darted between Carson's glare and Megan's wide-eyed stare, his tone flipping to a placating whine. "I'm friends with her, swear--right, Megs? Just messin' around."

Megan tilted her head, the champagne still buzzing in her veins, and nodded slow, a small smile tugging her lips as she watched the scene unfold. "Yeah, he's Tyrone--he's always like this," she said, her voice light, almost amused. "Way different with you, though. With Ryan, he's all big talk, grabbing me anyway, but you? He's a puppy now." She giggled, the stark contrast hitting her--Ryan shrinking under Tyrone's taunts, Carson towering over him like a brick wall.

Tyrone squirmed under Carson's grip, his laugh turning nervous but eager. "See? Told ya--we're tight. She gives me shows sometimes, lets me get grabby--ain't that right, Megs?" Carson loosened his hold, stepping back with a smirk, letting Tyrone slump against the wall, brushing his shirt like he could dust off the humiliation.

"Seriously?" Carson asked, glancing at her, his tone shifting to dark humor, one eyebrow cocked. "That true, Megs? You let this clown cop a feel?"

She shrugged, twirling a strand of hair, her grin sheepish but unashamed. "Kinda, yeah. I tried avoiding it at first--he's always out here, y'know, being loud. But since Ryan likes it, I don't mind so much now. Makes him happy, I guess." Her eyes flicked to Tyrone, then back to Carson, the night's looseness keeping her candid.

Tyrone's face lit up, a triumphant cackle bursting out as he slapped his thigh. "I fucking knew it! Told Ryan he was into this shit, and he's all, 'Nah, man, you're crazy'--fucking liar!" He straightened, eyeing Carson with fresh curiosity, his grin widening. "Wait--you cucking him, bro? You and her?"

Carson chuckled, a low rumble, crossing his arms as he leaned back on his heels. "Yeah, kinda--close enough, anyway. Ryan's eating it up, trust me." His eyes glinted, catching Tyrone's excitement, the gears in his head spinning fast. Tyrone's energy shifted, a hungry edge creeping in--he'd pushed Megan before, sure, but knowing Ryan was into it? That was a green light to go harder, no fear of blowback.

Carson's smirk widened, a sudden idea sparking. "Hold up--got one last thing for the grand finale," he said, pulling out his phone, the red record light blinking on as he angled it at Megan. "Ryan mentioned something like this, a specific request--didn't click 'til now, but this is it. Megs, show Tyrone some pussy--no one's around, street's dead. Tyrone, you behave yourself, might get a nut out of it. Make it good for the camera."

Megan's breath hitched, but the night's vibe--champagne, shopping, the bar, the blowjobs--had her buzzing, eager, her skin prickling with anticipation. She wanted this, wanted Ryan's eyes popping out when he saw it, his dick hard in his hand. "Okay, yeah--for Ryan," she said, her voice bright, a grin spreading as she stepped forward, bags still dangling from one arm. She bent over slow, deliberate, her back arching sharp like Carson had taught her, and hiked the pink dress up over her hips, the thin fabric bunching at her waist. Her bare ass jutted out, pussy lips peeking between her thighs, pink and glistening under the streetlamp's harsh glow. She turned her head to the camera, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder, and spoke straight to it, her tone sultry, playful, like Ryan was right there. "Hey, babe--look what I've got for you tonight. Tyrone's gonna love it too--hope you're ready."

Tyrone's eyes bugged, a low, "Oh, fuck," slipping out as he fumbled with his fly, yanking out his cock--a thick, dirty thing, unwashed and veined, easily nine inches even half-hard. He gripped it tight, jerking fast, his knuckles whitening as he stared at her, his breath hitching. "Goddamn, Megs--fuckin' unreal," he muttered, his hand pumping, the sound of skin on skin loud in the quiet street. Megan grinned wider, her confidence surging, and reached down, fingers sliding between her legs to strum her clit, slow circles that made her pussy glisten wetter, her other hand tugging the dress lower to free her nipple completely. She pinched it hard, rolling it between her fingers, her eyes locked on Tyrone's frantic stroking, urging him on.

He groaned, a guttural sound, his hips bucking as he jerked harder, his dick swelling, the tip beading with pre-cum. "Fuck, Megs--gimme somethin', please--mouth, pussy, hands, anything, I'm beggin' ya!" His voice cracked, desperate, his free hand clawing the air like he could grab her from five feet away.

Megan glanced at Carson, her fingers still working her clit, her nipple pink and stiff under her pinch. "Can he?" she asked, breathless, eager to push it further for the camera, for Ryan's fantasy.

Carson snorted, shaking his head, the phone steady in his grip. "Hell no--not touching you with that filthy thing, no telling what diseases he's hauling. But for Ryan, for the video-- Tyrone, you can cum in her mouth, few inches back, no contact. Make it quick."

Tyrone nodded fast, a manic grin splitting his face. "Fuck yeah, that's good--real good. Megs, talk dirty to me, beg for it--open that mouth wide, c'mon!" His hand flew faster, his cock twitching, the dirty length pulsing as he edged closer, staying just out of reach per Carson's rules.

Megan's pulse raced, the thrill of it all--Ryan's imagined moans, the camera's red eye, Tyrone's desperation--lighting her up. She spun to face him fully, dropping the bags with a clatter, and splayed her legs wide, one foot planting firm, the other lifting slightly to balance on its toes, her pussy spreading open, pink and slick under the light. Her fingers plunged deeper, two sliding inside now, pumping fast as her thumb rubbed her clit, her free hand kneading her tit, tugging the nipple hard. She locked eyes with Tyrone, her mouth dropping open, tongue lolling out, and let loose, her voice low and filthy, dripping with want. "C'mon, Tyrone, give it to me--shoot that big load right in my mouth, I need it, please, cum for me, I'm begging you--fill me up for Ryan, do it!" She rocked her hips, fingering herself obscene, her pussy squelching faintly, her tit bouncing as she pinched harder, her tongue curling out to beckon him.

Tyrone's groan turned feral, his hand a blur, his cock throbbing, veins bulging as he teetered on the edge. "Fuck, Megs--here it comes, take it, take it!" he rasped, stepping closer but keeping the gap, his tip inches from her lips. His hips jerked, and the first thick rope of cum shot out, splattering hot and heavy across her tongue, the salty tang hitting her taste buds as she held her mouth wide, eyes gleaming with triumph. She squeezed her eyes shut, savoring the moment, the heat of it sliding down her throat, her fingers plunging faster into her pussy, thumb grinding her clit as her hips rocked, chasing her own peak.

Before she could react, Tyrone's hand shot out, rough fingers tangling in her blonde waves, gripping tight as he yanked her forward. His cock--thick, dirty, still pulsing--shoved past her lips, sinking deep, the head lodging most of the way down her throat, his balls smacking against her chin with a soft thud. Her eyes stayed tight, no bulge of panic, no flicker of distress--just a low, muffled moan vibrating around him as he unloaded, hot spurts pumping straight down her gullet, bypassing her tongue entirely. Her body responded instantly, hips bucking wild against her hand, her orgasm crashing through her as she feverishly rubbed her clit, fingers slick and frantic, her free hand clawing at her nipple, pinching hard. She gyrated, thighs trembling, pussy clenching around her digits, cum dripping from her core as she rode the wave, lost in the heat of it, Tyrone's thrusts a rhythm she matched with her own.

Carson's jaw clenched, fury flashing in his eyes--"No contact, asshole," he'd said--but the scene unfolding was too damn good, too raw, too perfect for Ryan's twisted reel. He kept the phone steady, the red light blinking, capturing every second: Tyrone's cock buried in her throat, her lips stretched wide, her hips humping the air as she came, mascara-streaked cheeks glowing under the streetlamp. "Fuckin' idiot," he muttered under his breath, but he didn't stop it, the footage gold despite the breach. Tyrone groaned louder, pulling back an inch, then pumping back in, shallow thrusts as his orgasm tapered off, thick globs spilling down her throat, his balls twitching against her chin with each pulse. Megan's climax stretched, her moans humming around him, and as he started to soften, she grabbed his hips, pulling him back into her mouth, sucking hard to milk her own finish, her pussy spasming one last time before she shuddered, spent.

Tyrone staggered back as she released him, his cock slipping free with a wet pop, glistening with her spit, a thin string of cum dangling from the tip. He panted, grinning like a lunatic, zipping up his jeans with shaky hands. "Goddamn, Megs--fuckin' legend," he rasped, wiping sweat from his brow, oblivious to the storm brewing in Carson's stance.

Carson snapped the phone off, pocketing it fast, and stormed forward, his fist cocked before Tyrone could blink. "You deaf, motherfucker?" he barked, and swung--a single, brutal punch, knuckles cracking against Tyrone's jaw with a sickening thud. Tyrone's head snapped back, eyes rolling white, and he crumpled to the pavement, out cold, sprawled across the sidewalk like a discarded rag. Carson shook out his hand, flexing his fingers, then turned to Megan, his scowl softening as he took her in--cum-streaked face, dress askew, legs still trembling from her orgasm. He grabbed her arm gently, steadying her as she swayed, and hauled the shopping bags up with his other hand. "C'mon, Megs--inside," he said, voice gruff but warm, guiding her toward the building's chipped glass door.

She giggled, leaning into him, her heels clicking unevenly as they crossed the threshold into the dim lobby--flickering fluorescents, peeling paint, the faint hum of a TV leaking from upstairs. "Whoops--guess he got carried away," she said, her tone light, unfazed, the champagne and adrenaline keeping her buoyant. Carson smirked, punching the elevator button, the doors creaking open with a groan.

"Yeah, well, you handled it like a champ, just be sure to brush your teeth, like 3 times, to night, and again in the morning, for my sake," he said, ushering her in, the bags rustling as he set them at her feet. The elevator lurched upward, and he leaned against the wall, eyeing her with a mix of admiration and amusement. "Ryan's a lucky guy, Megs--seriously. That was some next-level shit out there. You're a natural."

Her grin widened, cum still glistening on her chin as she smoothed the dress, tugging it back over her nipple--though it slipped free again almost instantly. "Thanks, Carson! I hope he loves it--I tried so hard for him," she said, her voice earnest, eyes sparkling with pride. The elevator dinged, opening to Ryan's floor, and they shuffled out, her heels echoing down the narrow hall to his door--3B, its brass numbers tarnished but legible.

Carson handed her the bags, stacking them in her arms, the lingerie and heels peeking out from the top. "Here's your haul--earned every damn piece," he said, then fished his phone out, waving it slightly. "Thanks for everything tonight, Megs--fucking wild ride. I'll edit these videos, clean 'em up best I can, get 'em to you tomorrow. Gotta talk to Ryan first, square some shit up at work, but I'll see you soon, yeah?"

She nodded fast, balancing the load, her free hand brushing hair from her face, smearing the cum on her cheek a little more. "Totally! Thanks for the dinner, the clothes, everything! You're the best, Carson." She flashed a dazzling smile, fishing her keys from her work bag.

He chuckled, stepping back toward the elevator. "Anytime, kid--go get some rest. Or don't, your call." He winked, the doors sliding shut on his grin, leaving her alone in the hall, bags in tow, cum drying on her skin, and a night's worth of footage about to set Ryan's world ablaze.

Megan fixed her dress, and tucked her nipple away, then fumbled the key into the lock, the door creaking open to Ryan's dark apartment. Dropping the bags to the floor, she flicked on the light, relieved to see that Ryan is likely asleep because she can't keep her nipple from popping out of the dress.