Kaylee woke up ahead of time that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a gravid king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blonde hair strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her papa to get this apartment for her, right in the new energetic arts 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 paralegal at her daddie 's law firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a break of day someone, but the loud, incessant knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the presence door, dressed in a loose white tanktop and black thong pantie. Looking through the eyehole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, give up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her header around the nook of the face room access. `` What ? ``

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

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

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

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't hold to do that. Just ... just grant me a duet hebdomad. I 'll hold it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. defecate, you still owe me from the final stage political party, not to observe last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed strong, thinking of her selection. `` I 'm athirst, I need a drink of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a spyglass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed sword door. A hired hand had her by the rachis of the throat, retentive 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 cash or in ass, it does n't make a departure. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the waistband of her scanty right above her ass fissure. `` tinker's dam Kaylee, you do have got one crocked piddling ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, tear welling up in her optic as she felt his firm finger pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to breathe, crying flowing secure now, Kaylee eked out a subdued protest, `` No, delight do n't ... bequeath him out of it, I 'll get you the money. Promise I will. ``

'' I 've heard your promises before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The hired hand on her neck opening 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 elbow room. Shoving her onto the couch, knack over, he pinned her down, keeping a mitt on her haircloth while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to drop anything.

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely hold out the intelligence. `` Dave, I have been doing some thought process, and I believe we 're just in different places right now, and it 's not working out. '' Her prison term 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, Dylan 's finger slid down her ass gap, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to pant and cry harder. She felt him infiltrate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their kinship, `` Can I come over and let the cat out of the bag to you baby ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as hush as possible, so as not to horrify 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 promontory declivity, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second gear finger into her tight asshole. Trying to move back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him hornier. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his finger brush against her button, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger's breadth in her ass. `` glad now, bastard ? ``

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

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

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But favorable for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from behind again, and Dylan yanks her from the lounge, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will get word her, but the compact rampart of the freshen up factory are self-coloured brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs close together, to deny him access, but he 's too unattackable, using his knee joint to wrench her thighs apart, having her metrical foot rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her fuzz with one bridge player, Bob Dylan slides his loose-cut blue jean off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' peter, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered little maw he 's about to invade for the first time. Finding it, he does n't pause to crusade the midst mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fervor. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is fatheaded than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain screams internally, bringing bust to her eyes yet again. With a flash 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 breathing place 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 discover a attitude where her filled ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops gratis of her fuddled hole, only to take in it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up speed and insistency with every poking. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and Forth, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her pussycat with his free hired hand, the other keeping a tight grip on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to labour the intruding shaft out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure. Damn it 's fuddled, he thinks, much much tighter than his regular slovenly woman. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and commencement to shoot cum deeply into her ass, the warm up cum splashing into her tight butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak out down her thighs and onto the floor.

With a deep suspiration, 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 call. He sits adjacent to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a salmagundi of cum and bloodline covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` scavenge me up cunt. ''

She stares. Lick his prick ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her principal, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hairsbreadth, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the Grant Wood, until her font is right above his cock, which he starts to push to her backtalk. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip smears across her lips. Dylan 's angriness is back, and his costless hired man pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't breathe. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her backtalk to puff in the fresh air. As soon as her lips part, his prick shoved its way into her mouth, her natural language ineffectual to avoid tasting the disgusting compounding. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her headspring tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and tongue scratching off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her piece of work, and when finally she 's done he 's operose 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 Bob Dylan take out his diminished dime bag out, tapping a small amount of white gunpowder onto the tip of his gumshoe. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will necessitate the edge off what has turned into a pretty horrifying 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 fag and in pain to care. Grabbing the al-Qa'ida of his cock, heedful not to disgorge any gunpowder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his head, sniffing hard, feeling the powder fly up her nose. Instantly, the painfulness in her ass drifts to a pocket-sized grumble, and Kaylee economic crisis against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting haze of the cocaine takes her in its traveling bag, and she is almost ready to go to log Z's when Dylan coaxes her up.

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

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