Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a heavy king-sized plush bed, in her new flat. Her blonde tomentum 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 graphics 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 paralegal at her daddie 's law house, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a forenoon person, but the loud, ceaseless knocking on the doorway finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front line door, dressed in a loose blank tanktop and inkiness flip-flop panty. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

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

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to have a modest coke substance abuse, which she indulged in most weekends when her boyfriend was n't around. It would n't do to have the rich neighbour hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't give birth the money Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

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

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't bear to do that. Just ... just pass on me a couple weeks. I 'll have it then. ``

Bob Dylan laughed, `` Like hellhole you will. Shit, you still owe me from the lastly company, not to cite net nighttime. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed concentrated, thought of her option. `` I 'm hungry, I need a drunkenness of pee. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a looking glass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed steel door. A hand had her by the rachis of the throat, longsighted finger clenching down on her slender neck opening, 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 take a difference. '' A fingerbreadth slid down her side, nudging under the waistband of her panties right above her ass fracture. `` darn Kaylee, you do take in one nasty 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 shot `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to breathe, snag flowing inviolable 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 hope before, I think we 're a bit too of late for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blond haircloth, 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 deal on her hair while handing her the telephone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to pretermit anything.

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely ca-ca out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in different property 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 slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing deep down roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to make unnecessary their relationship, `` Can I get along over and talk to you baby ? Let 's study through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as pipe down as possible, 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 head fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second base finger into her blotto asshole. Trying to move back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his violation, just made him randy. Angling his helping hand, Bob Dylan lets his thumb brushing against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying magical spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug trader with his fingerbreadth in her ass. `` Happy 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 finger, Kaylee swears she can palpate the cool 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 heading, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A commiseration. But favourable for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from buns 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 bulwark of the refurbished factory are solid brick. Kaylee tries to draw in her ramification tight together, to deny him access, but he 's too strong, using his knees to wrench her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his second joint. Still holding her hair with one helping hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his hips, revealing a nearly 9 '' cock, and thick as a nose candy can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered little hole he 's about to invade for the offset time. Finding it, he does n't waver to push the midst mushroom-shaped cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on ardor. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The heading is blockheaded than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brainiac screams internally, bringing tears to her eye yet again. With a gimcrack pop, the school 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, inch by inch. Every breath she shudders, trying to fight 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 find a position where her filled ass does n't wound, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the question pops free of her tight hole, only to receive it shoved in again. He repeats the motility, picking up focal ratio and pressure sensation with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and Forth, slapping her against her clitoris hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Bob Dylan rubs her pussy with his free helping hand, the other keeping a pie-eyed grip on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to push the intruding cock out and also expand to salve some of the insistency. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much pixilated than his veritable slut. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starts to shoot cum deep into her ass, the quick cum splashing into her slopped butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thigh and onto the storey.

With a cryptic sigh, Dylan lets go of her hair and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a formal, her ass leaking cum and crying. He sits adjacent to her, laying against the couch, his cock still shake hard, a mixture of cum and rake covering the tip. Looking over at her, Bob Dylan smiles, `` clean me up cunt. ''

She stares. Lick his tool ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her roue ? She shakes her headland, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her genu scraping on the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, until her face is right above his putz, which he starts to push to her sassing. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip malignment across her lip. Dylan 's angriness is back, and his free paw pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't rest. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her mouthpiece to gasp in the refreshed air. As soon as her brim part, his cock shoved its way into her mouth, her natural language unable to fend off tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her head teacher tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and tongue scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her workplace, and when finally she 's done he 's severe 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 overstretch his small dime bag bag out, tapping a small sum of white powder onto the tip of his dick. He turns to her, `` necessitate some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the edge off what has turned into a pretty horrible day. Reaching for the bag, Bob Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, squawk, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too tired and in pain to give care. Grabbing the base of his prick, careful not to run out any powder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his straits, sniffing surd, feeling the powder fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in her ass gallery to a minor heart murmur, and Kaylee falloff against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the roof, laying back. The familiar, comforting haze of the cocain 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 handle your C bettor, '' Bob Dylan chides her, guiding her across the floor. 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 room. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

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