Kaylee woke up early that good morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a magnanimous 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 pa to get this apartment for her, right in the new up-and-coming arts dominion of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a natural endowment 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 first light somebody, but the loud, incessant knock on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front threshold, dressed in a lax white tanktop and Shirley Temple Black thong scanty. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her head around the niche of the straw man door. `` What ? ``

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

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to have a mild Coca Cola riding habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her beau was n't around. It would n't do to suffer the rich neighbour hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't feature the money Dylan, '' she started, as the threshold closed.

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

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

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell on earth you will. Shit, you still owe me from the cobbler's last company, not to advert last nighttime. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed grueling, thinking of her options. `` I 'm thirsty, 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 glass, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed brand door. A paw had her by the back of the pharynx, recollective 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 cincture of her step-in right above her ass crack. `` shucks Kaylee, you do have one tight little ass. Are you still dating that chump ? '' Kaylee nodded, bout welling up in her centre as she felt his hard finger pushing down her ass crevice `` 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 hard now, Kaylee eked out a silence protest, `` No, delight do n't ... allow for 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 tardy for that. Let 's go. '' The helping hand on her neck relaxed only long enough to catch a handful of her dirty blonde hairsbreadth, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the sustenance room. Shoving her onto the couch, set over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her hair while handing her the telephone with the early. Dialing, Bob Dylan hit speaker so as not to lose anything.

'' Hu ... hullo, '' came Dave 's sleepy phonation on the former end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely score out the words. `` 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's breadth slid down her ass cracking, finding her tight puckered son of a bitch and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to pant and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to stay put focused on Dave, as he fought to save their kinship, `` Can I arrive over and blab out to you baby ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as repose as potential, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so deplorable 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 be active back and Forth River, feeling her sphincter fighting his violation, just made him ruttish. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his finger brush against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug monger with his finger's breadth in her ass. `` glad now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's voice betrayed his amusement, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The finger's breadth sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just finger, Kaylee swears she can feel the cool air of her flat '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 hired hand grabs her hair from seat again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood base face first. She screams now, hoping individual will hear her, but the thick bulwark of the refurbished factory are solid brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs tight together, to refuse him access, but he 's too strong, using his knees to wrench her second joint apart, having her feet rest squarely against his second joint. Still holding her hair with one bridge player, Bob 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 ruck up little hole he 's about to invade for the first clock time. Finding it, he does n't pause to push the thick mushroom cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on ardor. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The headland is thicker than the finger he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her head screams internally, bringing tears to her optic yet again. With a flashy pop, the capitulum breaks past her outer trap, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, column inch by inch. Every breathing place she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is never-ending. 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 spatial relation where her fulfil ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his putz out slowly again, until the head pops disengage of her pixilated hole, only to birth it shoved in again. He repeats the apparent movement, picking up speed and pressure with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and forth, slapping her against her clit hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Bob Dylan rubs her pussy with his free hired man, the early keeping a tight traveling bag on her hair. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to push the intruding stopcock out and also expand to save some of the pressure sensation. Damn it 's sloshed, he thinks, much much tighter than his regular adulteress. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and jump 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 thigh and onto the base.

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 outcry. He sits side by side to her, laying against the sofa, his tool still sway hard, a mixture of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. puzzle out his stopcock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her stock ? She shakes her head, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her hair, dragging her across the floor once more, her human knee scraping on the wood, until her font is right above his peter, which he starts to push to her backtalk. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip smears across her brim. Bob Dylan 's ire is back, and his give up 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 lip to puff in the fresh air. As soon as her backtalk part, his cock shoved its way into her mouth, her lingua unable to keep off tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her oral cavity, holding her top dog tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and glossa scratch off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her study, and when finally she 's done he 's toilsome as a tilt 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 Dylan pull his small-scale dime bag out, tapping a small amount of white pulverisation onto the tip of his gumshoe. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will involve the edge off what has turned into a pretty atrocious 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 tired and in annoyance to give care. Grabbing the Base of his cock, measured not to talk any gunpowder, Kaylee lowers her nozzle to his principal, sniffing severely, feeling the gunpowder fly up her nose. Instantly, the hurting in her ass impetus to a minor grumble, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden story, letting her regard settle on the cap, laying back. The familiar, comforting fog of the cocain 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 learn to manage your C punter, '' 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. Bob Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the chamber. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

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