Noon

Rondell and Carrie were back in the storeroom. Her cashier's tray was three cents shy.

"Stealing my money, bitch, I should fire your ass right now," he said, looking at her darkly. She was always shy. Always by less than five cents. Always with the same punishment.

"I'm sorry Mr. Washington, math was never my strong suit."

"No shit. I'm surprised you made it out of elementary, the way you count. How are you going to make it up to me?" Carrie sighed. She was tired. Always so tired. Always having to serve these Washington men with a baby Washington growing inside her. She put her hands on her knees, leaning forward to rub her face against Rondell's crotch.

"That's a good bitch, come on, get me off," he ordered simply. Carrie reached up to unzip him, exposing his 10 inch black cock. At least he showered after he buttfucked her that morning, she thought, as she took him into her mouth. And he was usually hard, conditioned for his early afternoon service. He reached down to pet her, as she started to bob up and down.

"Mmm, that's a real good bitch. My daddy taught you to suck dick good, didn't he," he said, looking into Carrie's eyes. She blinked. His dad, his son, him -- three generations of men. He curled his hands in her hair, starting to skullfuck her. The steady sounds of her **** on cock filled the air. Finally, he pulled out, giving her a heavy facial.

"Clean yourself up cunt. And say hi to my son for me."