Kaylee woke up early that morn. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a enceinte king-sized plush bed, in her new flat. 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 field in the new up-and-coming arts district of business district. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a gift 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 forenoon person, but the loud, incessant knock on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front man threshold, dressed in a slack white tanktop and black thong panties. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, afford up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her principal around the corner of the front door. `` What ? ``

Dylan stuck his foot in so she could n't fill up it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my SOB is for free ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to have a mild Coca Cola habit, which she indulged in near weekends when her fellow was n't around. It would n't do to have the robust neighbors hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't have the money Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

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

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't sustain to do that. Just ... just open me a twain workweek. I 'll have it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. Shit, you still owe me from the final stage party, not to observe finally night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, thought process of her options. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a potable of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a glass, she shut the electric refrigerator, and was suddenly slammed against the napped steel door. A hand had her by the book binding 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 immediate payment or in ass, it does n't give a difference. '' A finger slid down her incline, nudging under the cincture of her panties right above her ass crack. `` Damn Kaylee, you do have one tight slight ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, crying welling up in her middle as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass cranny `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to suspire, snag flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a serenity protest, `` No, please do n't ... leave him out of it, I 'll get you the money. hope I will. ``

'' I 've heard your hope before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The handwriting on her neck relaxed only long enough to seize a fistful of her dirty blonde hair, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a mitt on her whisker while handing her the telephone set with the former. Dialing, Bob Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

'' Hu ... hi, '' came Dave 's sleepy voice on the other end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely do out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in different place 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 digit slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered whoreson and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to puff and cry harder. She felt him perforate her while trying to delay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their relationship, `` Can I come over and talk to you baby ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so sorry Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her read/write head drop, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a indorsement finger into her pixilated asshole. Trying to go back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him corneous. Angling his script, Dylan lets his flip brush against her button, jolting her from her sad call charm and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

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

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

Bob Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But favourable for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from behind again, and Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood trading floor face first. She screams now, hoping soul will learn her, but the chummy rampart of the refurbished factory are solid state brick. Kaylee tries to pull out her legs soaked together, to refuse him access code, but he 's too stiff, using his knees to wrench her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her hair's-breadth with one hand, Bob Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' cock, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered picayune hole he 's about to infest for the first meter. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to push the midst mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on blast. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is thicker than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her mastermind screams internally, bringing tears to her oculus yet again. With a loud pop, the chief breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. Bob Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, column inch by inch. Every breath she shudders, trying to advertize it out, but he is unceasing. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally force their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and find a position where her replete ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops costless of her tight hole, only to take it shoved in again. He repeats the motility, picking up pep pill and pressing with every stab. Soon he 's battering her ass, his globe swinging back and Forth River, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her pussy with his free hand, the other keeping a tight grip on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to labour the intruding cock out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure. Damn it 's mingy, he thinks, much much taut than his regular fornicatress. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and first to shoot cum deep into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her cockeyed butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak out down her thigh and onto the storey.

With a deep sigh, Bob Dylan lets go of her tomentum and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a chunk, her ass leaking cum and tears. He sits following to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a motley of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Bob Dylan smiles, `` clean house me up kick. ''

She stares. clobber his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her head, `` no way. '' Bob Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her stifle scraping on the wood, until her human face is right on above his tool, which he starts to push to her oral fissure. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip smirch across her lips. Dylan 's anger is back, and his free script pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't respire. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her mouth to pant in the fresh air. As soon as her lips office, his cock shoved its way into her mouth, her glossa unable to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her sass, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her back talk and tongue scar off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's hard as a rock again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far honey, you look like you need to relax a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan pull his diminished dime bag bag out, tapping a diminished total of whiten pulverisation onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` ask some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the edge off what has turned into a moderately horrible day. Reaching for the bag, Bob 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 botheration to care. Grabbing the base of his cock, careful not to spill any powder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his mind, sniffing hard, feeling the pulverization fly up her nose. Instantly, the bother in her ass drifts to a minor muttering, and Kaylee falloff against the wooden floor, letting her regard settle on the ceiling, laying back. The companion, comforting daze of the cocain takes her in its clasp, and she is almost ready to go to sleep when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to pick up to do by your C better, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the story. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her thigh, sliding back and Forth River, until they reach the bedroom together. Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the sleeping accommodation. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

Even through the cocaine haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this son of a bitch. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the sleeping accommodation to give in further ...