Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a vauntingly 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 daddy to get this apartment for her, right field in the new up-and-coming arts district of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a gift she 's had for as long as she can commemorate. Even with her beau Dave, new paralegal at her daddie 's law firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a good morning somebody, but the loud, unremitting knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front door, dressed in a loose white tanktop and blackamoor lash step-in. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, afford up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her headland around the turning point of the front line threshold. `` 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 ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to sustain a mild C habit, which she indulged in nigh weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to have the racy neighbour hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't make 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 blab out to your dad ? ``

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't have to do that. Just ... just hold me a couple week. I 'll ingest it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. Shit, you still owe me from the last company, not to mention death night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, mentation of her pick. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drink of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Bob Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a methamphetamine hydrochloride, she shut the electric refrigerator, and was suddenly slammed against the sweep steel door. A helping hand had her by the rear of the throat, long fingerbreadth 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 fingerbreadth slid down her face, nudging under the waistband of her scanty right above her ass crack. `` Damn Kaylee, you do experience one stringent minuscule ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, binge welling up in her eyes as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

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

'' I 've heard your promise before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blond pilus, 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 hand on her hair while handing her the sound with the former. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely make out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in different plaza right now, and it 's not working out. '' Her time 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's breadth slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing in spite of appearance roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their family relationship, `` Can I come up over and talk to you cosset ? Let 's body of work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as potential, so as not to appal 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 head fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second digit into her tight asshole. Trying to incite back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his encroachment, just made him hornier. Angling his manus, Bob Dylan lets his finger brush against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying trance and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` well-chosen now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's vocalisation betrayed his amusement, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The finger sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just finger, Kaylee swears she can feel the coolheaded 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 pity. But favorable for me to be the low gear. '' The handwriting grabs her hair from behind again, and Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping soul will hear her, but the buddy-buddy walls of the refurbished manufactory are solid brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs smashed together, to deny him entree, but he 's too strong, using his knees to wrench her thigh apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thigh. Still holding her hair with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut dungaree off of his articulatio coxae, revealing a nearly 9 '' stopcock, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the crumple little hole he 's about to invade for the starting time time. Finding it, he does n't pause to push the thick mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fire. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is duncish than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her encephalon scream internally, bringing rip to her eyes yet again. With a loud pop, the oral sex 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 breath she shudders, trying to campaign 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 ascertain a position where her filled ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the head pops unloosen of her slopped kettle of fish, only to receive it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up focal ratio and pressure level with every driving force. Soon he 's battering her ass, his clod swinging back and Forth River, slapping her against her button hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her pussy with his free hand, the other keeping a tight adhesive friction on her fuzz. Her ass cramp, alternatily trying to push the intruding peter out and also expand to salvage some of the pressure. Damn it 's compressed, he thinks, much much mean than his regular strumpet. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and kickoff to shoot cum trench into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her tight butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thigh and onto the floor.

With a deep sigh, 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 next to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a salmagundi of cum and stemma covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. clobber his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her rakehell ? She shakes her head, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her stifle scraping on the Mrs. Henry Wood, until her face is right above his cock, which he starts to advertize to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip smears across her lips. Bob Dylan 's ire is back, and his free script 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 rima oris to pant in the unfermented air. As soon as her lips part, his shaft shoved its way into her mouth, her tongue ineffectual to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her rima oris, holding her headland tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her back talk and tongue scratch off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's hard as a rock-and-roll again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far honey, you look like you need to loose a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Bob Dylan draw in his minuscule dime bag out, tapping a modest amount of money of white pulverisation onto the tip of his shaft. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will strike the edge off what has turned into a pretty atrocious day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, squawk, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too tire out and in pain to wish. Grabbing the base of his cock, careful not to spill any powder, Kaylee lowers her wind to his capitulum, sniffing hard, feeling the pulverization fly up her olfactory organ. Instantly, the pain in her ass drifts to a minor murmur, and Kaylee slack against the wooden base, letting her regard settle on the roof, laying back. The companion, comforting daze of the cocaine 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 learn to palm your C better, '' Bob Dylan chides her, guiding her across the trading 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 bedchamber. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

Even through the cocain haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this prick. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the sleeping accommodation to submit further ...