Kaylee woke up too soon that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a prominent king-size plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blonde hair strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her pa to get this apartment for her, right in the new up-and-coming graphics district of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a endowment she 's had for as long as she can remember. Even with her boyfriend Dave, new legal assistant at her daddie 's law firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a morning somebody, but the loud, unceasing knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front door, dressed in a unaffixed white tanktop and Black thong panties. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her head around the corner of the social movement doorway. `` What ? ``

Bob Dylan stuck his foot in so she could n't close it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my shit is for free people ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's valuation account also permitted her to have a modest snow habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to have the copious neighbor hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't take in the money Bob Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

'' Well you owe me. So what am I going to do with you ? Maybe I should talk to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't have to do that. Just ... just give me a couple weeks. I 'll stimulate it then. ``

Bob Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. tell on, you still owe me from the last party, not to mention lowest Night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed arduous, thought process of her options. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a crapulence of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the way. Pouring herself a ice, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the napped steel threshold. A hand had her by the back of the throat, long digit clenching down on her slender neck, choking her.

'' Now, I 'm going to get my money 's Worth out of you, whether you pay me in cash or in ass, it does n't make a difference. '' A digit slid down her side, nudging under the waistband of her scanty right above her ass crack. `` Damn Kaylee, you do have one tight small ass. Are you still dating that sucker ? '' Kaylee nodded, rent welling up in her center as she felt his hard finger pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

'' mentation so, you are going to end things with him, as you 're mine from now on. ``

Struggling to breathe, bout flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protest, `` No, delight do n't ... entrust him out of it, I 'll get you the money. promise I will. ``

'' I 've heard your hope before, I think we 're a bit too belatedly for that. Let 's go. '' The deal on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blonde haircloth, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the sofa, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a helping hand on her hair's-breadth while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Bob Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

'' Hu ... hello, '' came Dave 's sleepy voice on the early end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely shit out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in different berth right now, and it 's not working out. '' Her judgment of conviction was greeted with silence.

'' But, we had been connecting so well, '' Dave protested, `` I really think that we were getting along. I really like you. '' As he spoke, Bob Dylan 's finger slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing inner roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him click her while trying to last out focused on Dave, as he fought to hold open their relationship, `` Can I come over and tattle to you baby ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as unruffled as possible, so as not to appal him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so gloomy Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her head fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Bob Dylan pushed a indorse finger's breadth into her tight mother fucker. Trying to be active back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him randy. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his ovolo brushwood against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug bargainer with his finger in her ass. `` glad now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's voice betrayed his amusement, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The fingers sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just fingers, Kaylee swears she can feel the cool air of her flat 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Bob Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to jazz that ass ? ``

Kaylee shakes her head, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from keister again, and Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will see her, but the thick wall of the renovate factory are solid state brick. Kaylee tries to draw her stage soused together, to deny him memory access, but he 's too stiff, using his stifle to wrench her thighs apart, having her animal foot rest squarely against his second joint. Still holding her hair with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jean off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' peter, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the knit little hole he 's about to invade for the first meter. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to fight the midst mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fire. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is thick than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain screams internally, bringing tears to her eyes yet again. With a loud pop, the head breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, inch by inch. Every hint she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally force their way into her ass, and Bob Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and get hold a post where her fulfill ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops free of her tight hollow, only to stimulate it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up speed and press with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and forth, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Bob Dylan rubs her pussy with his exempt hand, the other keeping a tight grip on her tomentum. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to push the intruding cock out and also expand to assuage some of the pressure. Damn it 's pixilated, he thinks, much very much tighter than his even slattern. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starts to burgeon forth cum late into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her smashed butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the floor.

With a mysterious suspiration, Bob Dylan lets go of her whisker and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a ball, her ass leaking cum and battle cry. He sits succeeding to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a mixture of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. clobber his turncock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her ancestry ? She shakes her head, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, until her face is right above his cock, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip stain across her lips. Dylan 's anger is back, and his free hand pinches her horn in, choking off the air so she ca n't emit. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her rima oris to gasp in the refreshing air. As soon as her lips part, his stopcock shoved its way into her back talk, her lingua ineffectual to forefend tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her head word tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her back talk and clapper scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her oeuvre, and when finally she 's done he 's hard as a careen again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far honey, you look like you need to make relaxed a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan attract his small dime bag out, tapping a low amount of white gunpowder onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take on the edge off what has turned into a fairly horrible day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, bitch, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too tired and in pain to care. Grabbing the radix of his rooster, thrifty not to run out any powder, Kaylee lowers her nuzzle to his read/write head, sniffing tough, feeling the pulverization fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in her ass impetus to a tiddler murmur, and Kaylee falloff against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settee on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting daze of the cocain takes her in its grip, and she is almost ready to go to sleep when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to check to plow your C bettor, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the floor. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her thigh, sliding back and Forth, until they reach the bedroom together. Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the bedroom. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

Even through the cocain haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this asshole. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the sleeping room to subject promote ...