4 a.m.

Carrie thought by persuading Slim to flee with her that she'd won her prize -- that monster cock, full time. But she'd been sorely disappointed. They both lived outside of Jackson, Mississippi. But he'd chosen an 18 year-old beautiful black woman named Keisha to settle down with. And he'd pawned her off to his recently widowed, 66 year-old grandfather, Tony Washington. So she got a Washington man, just the patriarch. Everyone wanted Tony happy, of course, but Carrie was also cheaper than a full-time nurse. Tony had mobility issues, and had daily physical therapy sessions to attend.

The Washington family kept her with a very full plate generally. She woke up at 4 a.m. to take care of Tony before she went to work. She worked at Rondell's Chicken Shack, a small fast food place owned by Slim's father. Then she cleaned Slim and Keisha's home before going home herself at 3:30 to take Tony to his appointments. Frankly, she missed being a ho.

Her alarm went off. It was 4 a.m. She and Tony both slept nude. She reached down, rubbing his 9.5 inch cock, feeling it respond to her soft white hands. They'd gotten married a month after meeting. She was six months pregnant, which was a constant source of gossip around town. She leaned down, wrapping her lips around his cock and waited for a long moment. Finally, a heavy jet of lukewarm piss filled her mouth. In the beginning, it'd made her retch. Nowdays, it was perfectly acceptable. Strange how the body adapted to its surroundings. She felt his gnarled hands stroke her hair.

"I'm sorry, sweetpea," he said sleepily. She smiled. At the very least, he was the nicest of the three Washingtons. She started slurping on his cock, squeezing his heavy balls. He moaned, his thighs splaying open. Her hand slid down, brushing his coal colored asshole as her throat sank all the way down on his cock. He never lasted long at 4 a.m. But he'd be truly ready to go by tonight.

"Fuck sweetpea .... oh ... oh .... oh," he moaned, filling her belly with his thick cum. Carrie obediently swallowed, and he resumed petting her hair.

"Thank you sweetpea. Say hi to Rondell for me," he murmured, falling back asleep. Carrie sighed. If only he knew.