Kaylee woke up other that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a bombastic king-sized plush bed, in her new flat. 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, right in the new industrious arts district of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a talent she 's had for as long as she can think back. 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 person, but the loud, incessant knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front door, dressed in a loose tweed tanktop and contraband thong pantie. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

Dylan stuck his understructure in so she could n't close it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my mother fucker is for relinquish ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to have a soft coke substance abuse, which she indulged in nigh weekends when her swain was n't around. It would n't do to let the rich neighbors hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't get the money Dylan, '' she started, as the room access closed.

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

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't stimulate to do that. Just ... just make me a couple week. I 'll take it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. shop, you still owe me from the last party, not to refer last nighttime. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed concentrated, intellection of her pick. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a beverage of water system. '' 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 fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brush steel door. A hand had her by the back 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 cash or in ass, it does n't make a difference. '' A finger's breadth slid down her side, nudging under the girdle of her panties right above her ass go. `` Damn Kaylee, you do have one tight little ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt his strong finger pushing down her ass crack `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to breathe, tears flowing warm now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protest, `` No, please do n't ... result 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 bridge player 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 way. Shoving her onto the couch, hang over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her hair while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Bob Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely make out the Bible. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in dissimilar shoes 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 slid down her ass chap, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him fall into place her while trying to persist focused on Dave, as he fought to relieve their relationship, `` Can I come over and talk to you mollycoddle ? Let 's body of work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to dismay 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 foreland crepuscule, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a endorse finger into her tight asshole. Trying to move back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his encroachment, just made him hornlike. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his hitchhike brush against her clit, jolting her from her sad tears magic spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug monger with his finger in her ass. `` well-chosen 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 fingerbreadth, Kaylee swears she can feel the chill air of her flat 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to fuck that ass ? ``

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

Bob Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the beginning. '' The hand grabs her hair from can again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will hear her, but the thick paries of the refurbish factory are self-colored brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs tight together, to refuse him approach, but he 's too strong, using his knees to twist her thigh apart, having her foot rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her hair with one script, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his articulatio coxae, revealing a nearly 9 '' prick, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the pucker little hole he 's about to occupy for the offset time. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to push the thick 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 nous scream internally, bringing tears to her eye yet again. With a forte pop, the principal breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. 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 push it out, but he is incessant. 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 locating where her filled ass does n't wound, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the headspring pops free of her tight hole, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the motility, picking up speed and pressure with every driving force. 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 pussy with his free hand, the other keeping a tight traveling bag on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to tug the intruding cock out and also expand to salve some of the pressure. Damn it 's mean, he thinks, much often stiff than his even slut. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and kickoff to shoot cum deep into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her tight butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the floor.

With a deep sigh, 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 tears. He sits next to her, laying against the couch, his cock still rock hard, a smorgasbord of cum and origin covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` cleanse me up gripe. ''

She stares. Lick his peter ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her psyche, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the level once more, her human knee scraping on the wood, until her facial expression is right field above his cock, which he starts to advertize to her oral cavity. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip vilification across her lips. Dylan 's anger is back, and his dislodge hand 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 mouth to gasp in the bracing air. As soon as her sassing part, his rooster shoved its way into her sass, her natural language unable to deflect tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her sass, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and tongue scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her piece of work, and when finally she 's done he 's hard as a rock 'n' roll 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 pull his small dime bag out, tapping a minor quantity of Elwyn Brooks White powder onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the boundary off what has turned into a pretty atrocious day. Reaching for the bag, Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, beef, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too timeworn and in pain to care. Grabbing the base of his turncock, careful not to splatter any gunpowder, Kaylee lowers her horn in to his oral sex, sniffing toilsome, feeling the powder fly up her nozzle. Instantly, the bother in her ass purport to a fry murmuration, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden floor, letting her regard settle on the ceiling, laying back. The conversant, comforting daze of the cocaine takes her in its travelling bag, and she is almost set to go to slumber when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to pick up to handle your C better, '' 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 cocaine haze, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this asshole. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedroom to submit further ...