Kaylee woke up early that break of day. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a large king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her light-haired hair strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her daddy to get this apartment for her, rightfulness in the new energetic humanities district of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a natural endowment she 's had for as long as she can remember. Even with her beau 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 sunup person, but the loud, unceasing knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the figurehead door, dressed in a loose white tanktop and black thong scanty. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her pass around the box of the front doorway. `` What ? ``

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 allowance also permitted her to have a mild nose candy use, which she indulged in nigh 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 ingest the money Bob Dylan, '' she started, as the doorway closed.

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

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

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. stool, you still owe me from the finis company, not to mention finale night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, mentation of her alternative. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drink of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the way. Pouring herself a glass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed sword door. A helping hand had her by the rachis of the throat, hanker fingers 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 hard cash or in ass, it does n't make a difference. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the sash of her panties right above her ass crack. `` Damn Kaylee, you do deliver one tight petty ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, weeping welling up in her eyes as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass snap `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to take a breather, tears flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a calm down protest, `` No, delight do n't ... will him out of it, I 'll get you the money. hope I will. ``

'' I 've heard your promises before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The mitt on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a handful of her dirty blonde hair, 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 hand on her whisker while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

'' Hu ... hullo, '' came Dave 's sleepy-eyed voice on the other end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely get to out the watchword. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in different places right now, and it 's not working out. '' Her sentence 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's breadth slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered prick and pushing in spite of appearance roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to outride focused on Dave, as he fought to save their kinship, `` Can I get along over and talk to you baby ? Let 's piece of work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as lull as potential, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so dingy Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her brain fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second digit into her tight mother fucker. Trying to move back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him hornlike. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his riff copse against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` felicitous now, bastard ? ``

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

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

Dylan smiles, `` A commiseration. But lucky for me to be the outset. '' The hand grabs her fuzz from behind again, and Dylan yanks her from the sofa, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping somebody will hear her, but the thick wall of the refurbished factory are solid brick. Kaylee tries to pull her branch tight together, to deny him access, but he 's too firm, using his genu to wrench her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her hair with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his rose hip, revealing a nearly 9 '' cock, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered little hole he 's about to invade for the first time. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to drive the midst mushroom cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on blast. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is boneheaded than the finger he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her nous shrieking internally, bringing split to her eyes yet again. With a cheap pop, the head breaks past her outer pickle, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, inch by inch. Every breather she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is never-ending. After what seems like an timelessness, 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 find a position where her filled ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his dick out slowly again, until the head pops free of her closely hole, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the apparent motion, picking up pep pill and pressure with every drive. 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 free manus, the former keeping a squiffy grip on her hair's-breadth. Her ass cramp, alternatily trying to labor the intruding cock out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much a lot rigorous than his regular adulteress. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starting time to shoot cum late into her ass, the strong cum splashing into her blind drunk butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her second joint and onto the floor.

With a deep suspiration, Bob Dylan lets go of her hair and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a ball, her ass leaking cum and crying. He sits succeeding to her, laying against the sofa, his tool still rock hard, a mixture of cum and origin covering the tip. Looking over at her, Bob Dylan smiles, `` clean me up cunt. ''

She stares. Lick his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her top dog, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the wood, until her facial expression is right above his cock, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening opinion as the cum-covered tip smears across her lips. Dylan 's ire is back, and his exempt paw pinches her pry, choking off the air so she ca n't breathe. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her mouth to gasp in the fresh air. As soon as her lips persona, his pecker shoved its way into her mouth, her glossa unable to avert tasting the disgusting compounding. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her sassing and tongue scraping 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 dearest, you look like you need to relax a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Dylan draw his diminished dime bag out, tapping a small amount of white powder onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` want some ? '' She nods, hoping that will look at the boundary off what has turned into a passably 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 deal. Grabbing the base of his cock, thrifty not to spill any powder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his drumhead, sniffing punishing, feeling the powder fly up her nozzle. Instantly, the pain in her ass drift to a nipper murmur, and Kaylee drop-off against the wooden level, letting her gaze settee on the ceiling, laying back. The fellow, comforting haze of the cocaine takes her in its travelling bag, and she is almost ready to go to log Z's when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to learn to address your C better, '' Bob 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 chamber. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

Even through the cocain daze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this bunghole. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedroom to posit further ...