5 a.m.

"I swear, you are the dumbest white bitch I've ever met," Rondell growled. Carrie's job was to get everything at the chicken shack ready for opening and to handle the breakfast hours and early lunch. But this was how every morning started.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Washington, I ordered the wrong item," Carrie whimpered. They were in the back storage room, which Rondell had locked.

"Stupid ass bitch. I'd fire you if you weren't fucking my dad," he said. "Unzip and unbutton your pants and grab your fucking ankles." Carrie reached down, grabbing her ankles, showing off her big ass in tight work pants. Rondell pulled them down, exposing her milky white ass, with the tattoos of Africa and Black power symbolizing what she really was. He spanked her again, making her ass hot and red.

"Big ass fucking whore. Too much fast food in you," Carrie knew it was true. The ass implants had done their job originally, but she wasn't eating right. He peeled off her panties, and she could hear his pants unzip. He got out some lube, preparing her ass. He didn't fuck her pussy -- that was just for Tony. But her ass -- now that, he could fuck.

Carrie grunted as his big fingers invaded her tightest holes. Tony's seed was still in her belly, and his son was about to fill up her asshole. She could hear him, jerking himself, and she finally felt the thick uncut tip of his cock push against her. She moaned.

"Mmm, at least you got one good thing about you," he growled, sinking his cock into her ass, making her squeal. He rutted into her, not giving her a chance to get settled, almost toppling her over. She grasped at the wall until she got a good handhold. His balls slapped her pussy, making it drool. He kept up the attack on her ass, slapping it. She knew she'd be bruised tonight.

"That's it...take my nut, whore," he growled, his fat cock spitting its seed into her ass. He sighed, both of them coated in a sheen of sweat. "I'm going home to get some more rest. You finish getting the store ready for opening. And don't fuck up anymore."