Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a expectant 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 in the new up-and-coming arts territory of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a talent she 's had for as long as she can call up. 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, ceaseless knocking on the room access finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the straw man room access, dressed in a loose Edward D. White tanktop and bleak thong panties. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

'' Hey, open up Kaylee ! '' Kaylee opened slightly, just peeking her mind around the turning point of the front door. `` What ? ``

Dylan stuck his foundation in so she could n't close up it on him. `` You fucking owe me money. You think my shit is for free ? ''

She blushed. Her dad 's valuation account also permitted her to have a mild Coke habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her beau was n't around. It would n't do to have the rich neighbors hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't have 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 tattle to your dad ? ``

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

Dylan laughed, `` Like sin you will. Shit, you still owe me from the last party, not to mention last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed knockout, thinking of her options. `` I 'm athirst, I need a potable of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Bob Dylan was watching her ass as she left the room. Pouring herself a Methedrine, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed blade door. A hand had her by the spine of the throat, long fingers 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 currency or in ass, it does n't make a difference of opinion. '' A finger's breadth slid down her position, nudging under the waistcloth of her panties right above her ass crack. `` shucks Kaylee, you do have one tight little ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, snag 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 stronger now, Kaylee eked out a still objection, `` No, please do n't ... leave him out of it, I 'll get you the money. Promise I will. ``

'' I 've heard your hope before, I think we 're a bit too late for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her cervix relaxed only long enough to snaffle a fistful of her dirty blonde hair, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the cast, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a bridge player on her hair while handing her the phone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to omit anything.

'' Hu ... hullo, '' came Dave 's sleepyheaded interpreter on the early 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 dissimilar 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 crack cocaine, finding her tight puckered whoreson and pushing inside roughly, causing Kaylee to heave and cry harder. She felt him perforate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their kinship, `` Can I come over and let the cat out of the bag to you spoil ? Let 's oeuvre through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so regretful Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her school principal fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second finger's breadth into her tight SOB. Trying to incite back and Forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him aroused. Angling his helping hand, Bob Dylan lets his thumb encounter against her clit, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger's breadth in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's voice betrayed his entertainment, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The finger sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just finger's breadth, Kaylee swears she can sense 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 head, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A ruth. But lucky for me to be the first. '' The script grabs her hair's-breadth from behind again, and Dylan yanks her from the couch, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will take heed her, but the duncish walls of the refurbished factory are upstanding brick. Kaylee tries to pull her pegleg stiff together, to abnegate him access, but he 's too strong, using his knees to wrick her thigh apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thigh. Still holding her fuzz with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut dungaree off of his rosehip, 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 pucker picayune kettle of fish he 's about to invade for the get-go time. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to push the thick mushroom tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on fervor. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is blockheaded than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her wit riot internally, bringing tears to her eyes yet again. With a loudly pop, the mind 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 in. Every breath she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is ceaseless. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally push their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and chance a position where her filled ass does n't spite, but it 's no use. He pulls his peter out slowly again, until the headway pops free of her close hollow, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the question, picking up speed and pressure with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his bollock swinging back and forth, slapping her against her clitoris hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her pussy with his free hand, the other keeping a tight grip on her pilus. Her ass muscle spasm, alternatily trying to push the intruding rooster out and also expand to ease some of the pressure. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much pie-eyed than his regular slut. Moaning loudly, Dylan pushes in and offset to shoot cum deep into her ass, the strong cum splashing into her plastered butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the base.

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 vociferation. He sits next to her, laying against the couch, his tool still rock hard, a mix of cum and pedigree covering the tip. Looking over at her, Bob Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. Lick his prick ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her blood ? She shakes her head, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her fuzz, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the Sir Henry Wood, until her nerve is right above his stopcock, which he starts to push to her mouth. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip smears across her backtalk. Dylan 's anger is back, and his destitute bridge player pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't catch one's breath. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her mouthpiece to gasp in the reinvigorated air. As soon as her rim part, his dick shoved its way into her mouthpiece, her tongue unable to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her rima oris, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips 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 candy 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 rend his small dime bag out, tapping a small amount of Elwyn Brooks White powder onto the tip of his cock. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will withdraw the border off what has turned into a jolly ugly 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 pain sensation to care. Grabbing the bag of his cock, careful not to slop any pulverization, Kaylee lowers her nose to his headland, sniffing gruelling, feeling the pulverization fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in her ass drift to a minor murmur vowel, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting fog of the cocaine takes her in its grip, and she is almost gear up to go to kip when Bob Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to con to handle your C punter, '' Bob 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 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 reconcile boost ...