Coworer Complications

Sunday,

Carson sat across from Kevin in a cracked vinyl booth at the diner, a greasy spoon joint just around the corner from Home Away From Home. The aroma of burnt coffee and fried onions filled the air. Their plates held half-eaten burgers, fries scattered like casualties. They'd already swapped a few laughs about Megan--her naive charm, her slutty little spiral. Carson wiped his hands on a napkin and leaned forward, elbows on the table.

"It's time I get some pussy from her, she's more than ready," he said. His voice was low, firm, like he was staking a claim. "And by the way, I will be fucking her first, Kevin. I don't want you or some degenerate old fuck breaking her in."

Kevin paused, a fry halfway to his mouth. He smirked, but his eyes flickered with disappointment. "Damn, man. I was planning to take her for a spin Monday. Her next shift."

Carson slid a thin stack of papers across the table, the edges crisp and official. "Here's the updated addendum to her employment contract. Get her to sign it Monday."

Kevin picked it up, squinting at the fine print. Carson watched him scan it, then spoke again, casual but deliberate. "I loved how your uniform idea turned out--slutty nurse getup and no panties. It's a nice touch."

Kevin nodded, flipping a page of the contract. Carson tapped the table, pulling his gaze back up. "This new version takes it further. She's still blowing and jerking off your high-maintenance patients at your direction. But now we're moving to full-on sex--pussy, ass, whatever I want. I'll keep a list of recipients, approved by me alone. I'll update it as I see fit. You'll get your turn soon enough--maybe some patients if I get bored of her. But it's my call, and always will be. This setup's a dream for both of us-- promotions at work, a naive little slut-in-the-making to bend to our will. We'll be best buddies down the road, I'm sure. Just don't you ever forget who's in charge. I'd hate to sour things by reminding you of this too often: I can still yank your get-out-of-jail-free card and fuck you over if you stray from the fine print. Take it to heart, follow the rules, and I won't have to show you how serious I can get."

Kevin lifted his eyes from the page, his face hardening to match Carson's shift in tone. He got it--he's seen full well just how serious this evil bastard can get, why risk this goldmine? He'd be balls-deep in her pussy soon, maybe her ass even quicker. Leaving the reins with Carson was fine by him. He'd spent years taking orders from Dr. Johnson anyway, barred from even coaxing a blowjob out of her. This was a hell of a step up. His stern look cracked into a smirk. "Brother, I'm in heaven. Overstepping won't cross my mind. You say jump, I'll say 'how high.'"

Carson grinned, leaning back, tension easing. "Good. Now let's get back to the contract--it gets better. Added some fun stuff: sex toys--butt plugs during shifts, maybe after hours too. Threw in options like piercings, tattoos, 'beauty treatments'--all at my discretion. Upped the breach penalties too. Heavier fines, and I'm getting her to sign over the deed to her and Ryan's future place as collateral if she screws up. She won't grasp what handing over the deed means--love how clueless she is. If you can't tell, I'm aiming for full legal control of her life, not just her hours at work."

Kevin let out a low whistle, setting the papers down. "Damn, you're sick. We're cut from the same cloth."

Carson's grin sharpened. "One last time. She listens to the contract and me--nobody else. I don't want her passing me an STD."

Kevin shrugged, still smirking. "Fair enough."

They shook hands, firm and quick. Carson tossed a few bills on the table, covering the tab. They slid out of the booth and headed for the door, the bell jingling as they stepped into the crisp Sunday air.

-

Back at the apartment, Ryan and Megan sat at the kitchen table, picking at a lunch of sandwiches and chips. The room was quiet, sunlight slanting through the blinds. Megan's phone buzzed on the table. She grabbed it, eyes lighting up as she read the screen.

"Big Jake just texted," she said, beaming at Ryan. "He's dropping off your laptop. Said he'll be up in a second."

Ryan's stomach tightened. He forced a nod, crunching a chip. "Great. Hope he just hands it over and goes. We've got that realtor meeting later."

She smiled, oblivious to his tone. "Oh yeah, I'm so excited! Can't wait to check out those places. A condo of our own--crazy, right?"

A knock rattled the door. Megan sprang up, skipping over with a cheerful bounce. She flung it open, and Big Jake lumbered in, a wall of a man--sweaty, filthy from a day's work, his overalls streaked with grease. His wild gray-black beard swallowed half his face, and Ryan's laptop sat tucked under his beefy arm. Megan threw her arms around him despite his stench, her sundress pressing tight against his grimy bulk.

"Phew, Jake, you're ripe," she said, laughing as she hugged him. Then she tilted her head up, and he leaned down, locking her in a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangled, loud and wet. Ryan squirmed in his chair, humiliation prickling his skin. His cock twitched, regret surging as Jake's massive hand slid down, gripping her ass hard. The squeeze hiked her skirt, flashing the bottom curve of her bare cheek--no panties, just like always now.

Megan pulled back, giggling. "Whoa, whoa, we can't give Ryan too much of a show out here. Remember, he doesn't get to see what's underneath."

Jake chuckled, a deep rumble, and stepped forward. He handed the laptop to Ryan, who took it with a grimace. Up close, Jake's yellowed teeth gleamed under the beard, his sweat-soaked skin reeking of oil and unwashed days. "Had to replace the keyboard," Jake said, his voice like gravel. "Hard drive's fine, though--all your files are safe."

Ryan's face heated, wondering if Jake had peeked. His fears confirmed when Jake grinned wider. "Those videos of Megan? Top notch, man."

He turned to Megan, scratching his beard. "Any chance you could send me the uncensored ones?"

She tapped her chin playfully, then lit up. "Yes, of course!"

Ryan's gut twisted. He opened his mouth to protest, but the words stuck, his courage faltering. Jake glanced at him, smirking. "Oh, and your porno stash is still intact. The cuck stuff made sense, but I didn't peg you for a Gonzo guy. Although, that Veronica Leal's a dead ringer for Megan. Maybe that's why, huh?"

Megan's eyes widened, delighted. "Gonzo? Hey, I've seen a video from them. You watch that stuff too?"

Ryan flushed, caught off guard. He stammered, "Uh, yeah, sometimes." Then, processing her words, he frowned. "Wait, you've watched it?"

She smiled, bright and easy, thinking of Raj's lesson--guess it really was mainstream. "A friend showed me. I thought it looked interesting."

She glanced down, noticing a smudge of grease on her sundress from Jake's hug. "Aww, damn, Jake, you really need to clean up."

Jake shrugged, scratching his neck. "Yeah, well, water's been off at my place for weeks. Haven't gotten around to paying the bill."

Megan perked up, clapping her hands. "You can use my shower if you want!"

His bushy brows lifted, a slow grin spreading. "Really? That okay?"

"Yes, of course," she said, already moving. "I'll get you a towel. Wait--better grab two. We're seeing a realtor today, and I need to get ready. We can wash together!"

Jake smirked at Ryan, who sat rigid, jaw tight. Ryan started to speak, voice cracking. "Uh, maybe--"

"Hell yeah, alright, let's get to it," Jake cut in, smacking Megan's ass as she passed him. She yelped, laughing, and grabbed two towels from the hamper. Then she took his hand, pulling him toward her bedroom. At the door, she glanced back at Ryan. "Oh, I promise I'll record it if Jake gets frisky in there." She winked, playful and oblivious.

Jake's erection bulged in his overalls. "Hah, well, pull out your phone then, doll, and start recording. I'll get frisky the second you shut this door."

Megan cooed as he squeezed her ass again, tugging her fully into the room. The door slammed shut. Ryan sat frozen, ears straining. Rummaging sounds filtered through--fabric rustling, a zipper's rasp. Then giggles, a sharp yelp, and her voice, muffled but clear. "Oh my god, your beard tickles my pussy."

Rage boiled in Ryan's chest. His fiancée, feet away, about to be used again--all framed as, of course, "for him." Blocked by walls, but the sounds painted it vivid--Jake's grimy hands on her, her naive giggles as he took her. His cock throbbed, hard and insistent, and he hated it. "I just want to see a TIT, a single fucking tit, I want to see what my angel looks like, and all these fucks get to peak whenever they want, whereever they want. God Fucking Damnit!" He mutter to himself as his eyes watered. He grabbed the laptop, storming to his room. Inside, he paced, laptop clutched tight. Jerk off to it to drown it out, or jump out the fucking window? The internal war raged, his erection a traitor he couldn't ignore.

-

Megan stood naked in her bathroom, water hissing from the shower behind her. Steam curled into the air, fogging the edges of the small vanity mirror. She fumbled with her phone, swiping at the screen, her humid hair sticking to her shoulders. Jake loomed nearby, his rough hands tracing her body--sliding over her hips, grazing her waist, his calloused fingers leaving faint greasy trails on her vibrant skin.

"Damn, it's about to die," she said, frowning at the blinking battery icon. "Ryan's going to be so upset."

Jake pressed into her, his chest brushing her back with his cock pressing above her ass, the heat of it searing against her skin. His hand reached around and cupped her pussy, fingers finding her clit and rubbing slow grimy circles. She moaned, soft and involuntary, her knees buckling slightly. Then a thought sparked, cutting through the haze. She twisted her head toward him. "Wait, tell me how much you can see of me through the plastic curtain."

She grabbed the fabric shower curtain and yanked it aside, leaving only the opaque plastic liner in place. It shimmered faintly, distorting the light. She climbed into the tub, water splashing her feet, and bent over, spreading her ass toward him. Her cheeks parted, a shadowed hint of her holes teasing through the blur. "Well?" she asked, voice bright with curiosity.

Jake leaned in, squinting through the steam. "You can see just a fuzzy figure," he said, his voice a low rumble. "No details, just shapes."

She clapped her hands, delighted. "Perfect!"

She hopped out, snatching a towel from the bed. She dabbed at the water beading on her arms and legs, quick and careless. "I'll be right back," she said, tossing him a grin. "Go ahead and get in!"

Jake nodded, stepping into the shower. The water hit his broad back, streaming through his matted beard and chest hair, washing streaks of grime down his legs.

In his room, Ryan sat hunched at his desk, laptop open, pants shoved down to his thighs. His hand gripped his cock, stroking fast, the screen glowing with Megan and Tyrone's video--her lips stretched around that massive shaft. Guilt gnawed at him, sharp and bitter. He paused, breathing hard, and clicked away, swapping it for his favorite: Veronica Leal in a ten-man gangbang. "You know, she did kind of look like Megan, if she only had longer hair and lighter skin," he thought, as her moans filled his ears through the headphones, raw and relentless. He pumped harder, trying to drown out Megan and Jake, praying the shower would end soon.

A knock jolted him. He yanked his hand free, fumbling to zip up, his cock still half-hard against his leg. The door creaked open before he could finish. Megan stepped in, a towel cinched tight around her chest, her wet hair dripping onto the hardwood. She caught him--hands on his crotch, laptop glaring--and smirked. "Oh my, what do we have here!"

Ryan's face burned, crimson flooding his cheeks. He stammered, "Yeah, I was just... uh..."

She leaned down, peering at the screen. Veronica writhed under a pile of men, cum streaking her face. Megan pouted, cute and exaggerated. "Aw, it's not me... well, I guess I see the resemblance." Then her eyes flicked to the Gonzo logo in the corner, and she lit up. "Ohhh, needing some more hardcore stuff, huh?"

Ryan opened his mouth, grasping for an excuse, but she cut him off. "Come on, come with me," she said, grabbing his hand. "I've got a surprise."

She tugged him up, and he stumbled after her, dumbfounded, pants still askew. She led him into her bedroom, then straight to the bathroom. The air was thick with steam, Jake's hulking shape a blurry giant behind the plastic curtain. She pointed to the toilet. "Sit here and watch," she said, voice bubbly. "Don't worry, you won't see the good stuff."

Ryan sat on the closed lid, legs shaky. The fuzzy outline of Jake's massive cock jutted out, a grotesque shadow against the white tile. He swallowed, throat dry. Megan smiled at him. "Cover your eyes until I get in, sweetie!"

He raised his hands, pressing them over his eyes, lids squeezed shut. The towel hit the floor with a soft thud. Water splashed as she climbed in. Then her voice chirped, "Alright, you can look!"

He dropped his hands. Through the opaque plastic, Megan's nude silhouette joined Jake's--curves and limbs blending in a watercolor smear. He could make out her arms, her head, the swell of her hips, but no details--no tits, no pussy, just maddening hints. "Uh, can I just go to..." he started, voice cracking.

She cut him off, tone insistent. "But babe, my phone died. I don't want you to miss out. Why would I even do this if it wasn't for you?"

She dropped to her knees, the motion clear even through the blur. Her head tilted up, lifting Jake's cock--a fat, dark shape--and her mouth opened wide. She took one of his balls in, lips sealing around it. Ryan's chest tightened, anger flaring hot, but arousal smothered it, his cock tenting his pants again. She switched to the other nut, struggling with its size, her head bobbing as she alternated. Jake groaned, voice deep and satisfied. "Aw yeah, clean them up real good. Your mouth's doing better than any soap could."

She pulled off, grimacing but giggling. "Oh god, I definitely should've gotten some soap on there first. Here, let me just..."

Jake shook his head, the motion a vague sway. "No, no, just get the job done. Get the rest of it, then my cock."

She hesitated, then sighed. "Uh, god. I don't know, it's so gross."

Ryan's resolve snapped. His hand crept to his zipper, tugging it down slow, wincing at the faint rasp. Megan's head popped off Jake's balls, turning toward him. "Oh, someone's enjoying the show. Alright, a ball cleaning it is," she said, voice teasing, before diving back in to the grotesque sack.

Ryan sighed, shame coiling tight, but he freed his cock, stroking slow. He stared at her blurry form, wishing he could see her lips stretched around him instead--his balls, his shaft, not this filthy giant's. Jake's nuts hung low, unwashed and heavy, and she sucked them clean, oblivious to Ryan's torment.

She pulled off, adjusting her stance. Her back straightened, aligning her mouth with Jake's cock. Ryan braced himself, breath shallow. She grabbed the shaft, her voice light. "I guess I need to clean this now."

Jake grinned down at her. "Not yet. First, you need to ask permission."

She tilted her head. "Huh?"

"Come on," he said, voice firm. "You want to put on a show for your man? Beg me to suck my cock clean."

She glanced at Ryan's faint shape, his hand moving steady on his crotch. Then she looked up at Jake, eyes wide. "Please, Mister Jake, can I clean your cock with my mouth?"

He nodded, gripping his shaft. "Good girl. Here."

He pushed it forward, and her lips parted, taking him in. She gagged, soft and wet, as he filled her mouth. Her head rocked back and forth, hands-free, spit dripping down her chin--Ryan could hear it, even if he couldn't see it clear. Her right hand slipped between her legs, rubbing fast, fingers slick with her own heat. Ryan's jaw dropped, disbelief crashing through him. She was getting off to this.

Her left hand rose, pinching her nipple hard, the outline sharp against the curtain. Then her other hand snaked around, rubbing her asshole, fingers circling the tight ring. Ryan squinted, heart pounding. "Is she touching her ass?"

Jake noticed too, chuckling. "Oh, you like playing with your asshole while you suck my cock, eh?"

She pulled off, breathless. "Oh yes, I just found out how much fun it is. I came so hard with a flashlight up there yesterday!"

He laughed, surprised. "A flashlight? Damn, that's creative. You're dirtier than I thought. Guess we're the same there."

They shared a laugh, the double meaning hanging thick. Jake's tone shifted, playful but commanding. "Stand up. Maybe I need to clean you a little then."

She rose, eager, and he turned her around. She instinctively planted her hands on the wall, ass jutting out, water streaming down her back. Jake poked his head out from the curtain, spotting a bar of soap on the vanity next to Ryan. "Hey, hand me that soap," he said. "Need to clean your dirty girl up."

Ryan froze, exposed, his hand still on his cock. He blushed hard, grabbed the soap, and passed it over, sitting back down fast. He regretfully resumed stroking, mind reeling--Megan with a flashlight up her ass, what the fuck. Jake rubbed the soap between her cheeks, suds foaming thick and white. His other hand sank two fat fingers into her soapy asshole, stretching her slow. She moaned, loud and needy, her hips rocking back.

Ryan's eyes widened, hand speeding up. She pushed against Jake's fingers, desperate, and he added a third, her moan spiking higher. "Damn, you're a dirty girl," Jake said, voice rough. "Look at you fucking your ass on my fingers. Think you need a deeper cleaning."

He pulled his fingers out, pressing the soap bar against her hole. It stretched her wide, the oval shape sinking in slow, her moans rolling constant. "Fuck yourself on it," he ordered.

She obeyed, thrusting back, her asshole widening to take half the bar. Jake let go, stepping back to watch. Ryan saw it too--the blurry shape protruding, obscene and surreal. Jake slapped her ass hard, sending the soap fully inside. She yelped, sharp and startled. "Ouch! Oh, it's all the way in."

"We gotta clean up a dirty slut like you," Jake said, grinning.

She rubbed her asshole, wincing. "But what if it gets stuck?"

"It won't," he said, firm. "Trust me."

"It burns inside," she whined, fingers circling the tender ring.

"Here, let's put you back to work while the soap does its job," he said. He pulled her down to her knees again, plunging his cock into her mouth. His hands gripped her head, pulling her forward, most of his length disappearing. She gagged, throat flexing, as he humped into her face.

Her right hand darted back, fingering her asshole to keep shifting the soap around. The burning morphed into a strange, pulsing heat, lust building fast. She moaned around his cock, muffled and wet. Her left hand shot down, rubbing her pussy frantic, hips squirming. Jake wrapped both hands around her head, driving deep with one hard thrust. She sank fully onto him, nose to pubes, screaming around his shaft as her orgasm hit. The soap shot out, clattering on the tub floor, and Jake pulled her off, grinning. "See? It came out."

She gasped, still rubbing her ass and pussy, riding the last waves. Her fingers toyed with her soapy, gaping hole, slick and loose. "Oh wow, that was... good," she panted.

Ryan stared, hand frozen on his cock. She'd cum from a throat-fuck with soap up her ass--unreal. Jake helped her up, soap in hand. "We're not done cleaning you," he said.

Instinctively, she faced the wall, pushing her ass out again. He slammed the soap back in, one swift motion, and she yelped, then cooed, thrusting back. "We need to make sure it reaches deeper," he said, voice dark.