Making it Up to Sunny

Sunny was flabbergasted.

"H-how did you get in here?" he demanded. She looked back and smirked.

"The door. C'mon baby, open up the stall." He fumbled with the door, unlocking it. Carrie descended, opening up the door and sliding down between Sunny's thighs. She peeled off his shoes and socks and slacks. She undid the small changing table in the stall, folding the slacks and place the socks and shoes beside them. Then she returned to Sunny, planting a kiss on each of his big brown feet.

"I'm sorry for being such a dumb cow as an employee, Sunny. Do you have an alternative career for me?" He stared at her, as she slowly kissed her way up his hairy legs. Well, she'd probably overheard already.

"A girl like you belongs on the kitchen. In the bedroom. Not in a man's world." Carrie stared up at him in ditz mode.

"But my last boyfriend cheated on me. And the one before that had a tiny little cock that wasn't interested in pussy," Carrie pouted, sniffing Sunny's big brown cock, starting with the hairy, heavy nuts. These could make some babies, she thought.

"You waste too much time with white boys. All of you bitches do. Suck, Carrie." Carrie pulled back the foreskin, cleaning the tip of Sunny's cock. He had the thickest foreskin she'd ever seen.

"So what? I should be dating Black men?" she taunted. He stood up abruptly, pushing Carrie against the wall, holding her skull in both hands as he pushed his cock into her throat. She gagged as he started pounding her throat, his big balls slapping her chin. Finally he pulled free, giving her a huge facial.

"Clean me up," he ordered simply. "And then be at 200 Stallion Ridge immediately after work and we can see if you'll earn the privilege of occupying my kitchen and bedroom."