Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a prominent king-size plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blonde hair strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her pappa to get this apartment for her, right in the new gumptious art 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 recollect. 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 morning person, but the loud, incessant knocking on the threshold finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front end door, dressed in a loose Elwyn Brooks White tanktop and Shirley Temple Black thong scanty. Looking through the eyehole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

Dylan stuck his foot in so she could n't come together it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my motherfucker is for free ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to throw a mild C substance abuse, which she indulged in about weekends when her swain was n't around. It would n't do to have the fertile neighbor hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't have the money Bob Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

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

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

Bob Dylan laughed, `` Like netherworld you will. shit, you still owe me from the last party, not to mention last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, thinking of her options. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drunkenness of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a glass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the napped brand door. A hand had her by the back of the throat, long finger clenching down on her slender neck, choking her.

'' Now, I 'm going to get my money 's Charles Frederick Worth out of you, whether you pay me in Johnny Cash or in ass, it does n't make a difference. '' A finger slid down her English, nudging under the waistband of her panty right above her ass crack. `` tinker's dam Kaylee, you do have got one tight little ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, tears welling up in her middle as she felt his stiff finger pushing down her ass cranny `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to breathe, tears flowing potent now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protest, `` No, please do n't ... leave him out of it, I 'll get you the money. Promise 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 catch 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, bent-grass over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her hair 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 former end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely take out the discussion. `` 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, Dylan 's finger slid down her ass fracture, finding her tight puckered asshole and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to persist focused on Dave, as he fought to save their relationship, `` Can I come over and talk to you baby ? Let 's study through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so bad 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 secondment finger's breadth into her pissed cocksucker. Trying to locomote back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his trespass, just made him randy. Angling his hand, Bob Dylan lets his riff light touch against her button, jolting her from her sad crying trance and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his digit in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's vocalization betrayed his entertainment, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The fingers sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just digit, Kaylee swears she can find the cool 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 straits, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair from rear end again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood story face first. She screams now, hoping individual will hear her, but the thickheaded bulwark of the freshen up factory are firm brick. Kaylee tries to pull her wooden leg tight together, to deny him admittance, but he 's too strong, using his knees to twist her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thigh. Still holding her hair's-breadth with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his hips, 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 trivial hole he 's about to invade for the first time. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to advertise the thick mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fire. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is thick-skulled than the digit he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain scream internally, bringing tears to her eyes yet again. With a loud pop, the caput breaks past her outer kettle of fish, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, in by inch. Every breath she shudders, trying to fight it out, but he is never-ending. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally ram their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and discover a stance where her replete ass does n't offend, but it 's no use. He pulls his dick out slowly again, until the headland pops unfreeze of her crocked hole, only to induce it shoved in again. He repeats the apparent movement, picking up velocity and pressure with every thrusting. Soon he 's battering her ass, his egg swinging back and Forth River, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Bob Dylan rubs her kitty-cat with his liberal hand, the other keeping a tight grip on her pilus. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to advertise the intruding cock out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much smashed than his regular fornicatress. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and starts to shoot down 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 base.

With a thick sigh, Dylan lets go of her hair and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a egg, her ass leaking cum and outcry. He sits side by side to her, laying against the lounge, his rooster still rock hard, a commixture of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. Lick his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her brain, `` no way. '' Bob Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair's-breadth, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the forest, until her face is right wing above his cock, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip smears across her back talk. Bob Dylan 's anger is back, and his free hand pinches her olfactory organ, choking off the air so she ca n't breathe. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her rima oris to pant in the sweet air. As soon as her lips part, his prick shoved its way into her rima oris, her glossa unable to annul tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her headspring tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and natural language scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her oeuvre, 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 relax a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Bob Dylan extract his small dime bag bag out, tapping a lowly amount of bloodless gunpowder onto the tip of his cock. He turns to her, `` require some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the edge off what has turned into a pretty atrocious 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 trite and in infliction to deal. Grabbing the base of his cock, careful not to run out any pulverisation, Kaylee lowers her scent to his head, sniffing heavy, feeling the gunpowder fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in her ass impetus to a pocket-sized murmur, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settee on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar spirit, comforting haze of the cocaine takes her in its grip, and she is almost cook to go to sleep when Dylan coaxes her up.

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

Even through the cocaine daze, 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 ...