Kaylee woke up ahead of time that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a expectant king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blonde hairsbreadth strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her dad 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 gift she 's had for as long as she can remember. Even with her boyfriend Dave, new legal assistant at her daddie 's law house, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a morning soul, but the loud, perpetual knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the forepart door, dressed in a slack white tanktop and black thong scanty. Looking through the spyhole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

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

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance account also permitted her to ingest a balmy C habit, which she indulged in to the highest degree weekends when her swain was n't around. It would n't do to possess the fat neighbour hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't have the money Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

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

Kaylee froze. `` No, you do n't deliver to do that. Just ... just reach me a twosome workweek. I 'll have it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like nether region you will. Shit, you still owe me from the last party, not to mention last Nox. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed severely, thought process of her options. `` I 'm athirst, I need a swallow of water system. '' 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 sweep sword door. A helping hand had her by the back of the pharynx, 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 cash or in ass, it does n't make a difference. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the cincture of her pantie right above her ass whirl. `` darn Kaylee, you do have one pissed footling 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 pass `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to breathe, tears flowing stronger now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protest, `` No, delight do n't ... exit him out of it, I 'll get you the money. hope I will. ``

'' I 've heard your promises before, I think we 're a bit too of late for that. Let 's go. '' The deal on her neck relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blond pilus, and Bob Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent over, he pinned her down, keeping a helping hand on her hair while handing her the earphone with the other. Dialing, Dylan hit speaker so as not to leave out anything.

'' Hu ... howdy, '' came Dave 's sleepy-eyed voice on the former end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely take out the words. `` Dave, I have been doing some thinking, and I believe we 're just in unlike home 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 fingerbreadth slid down her ass crack, finding her tight puckered motherfucker and pushing indoors roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him perforate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their relationship, `` Can I come over and speak to you spoil ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as tranquility as possible, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so drear 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 instant finger's breadth into her mean asshole. Trying to actuate back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him corneous. Angling his paw, Dylan lets his thumb brushing against her clit, jolting her from her sad yell spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's phonation betrayed his amusement, `` Not yet, but soon I will be. '' The fingers sped up momentarily, then pulled out altogether. Even though they were just fingers, Kaylee swears she can feel the chill air of her apartment 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to fuck that ass ? ``

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

Bob Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the outset. '' The mitt grabs her hair from fundament again, and Dylan yanks her from the lounge, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will take heed her, but the duncish wall of the refurbished manufactory are self-coloured brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs tight together, to refuse him access, but he 's too impregnable, using his knees to wrench her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her hair with one hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut denim off of his rosehip, revealing a nearly 9 '' dick, and thick as a Coke can. Holding her firmly, Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the puckered little hole he 's about to intrude on for the beginning fourth dimension. 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 point is duncical than the finger he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brainiac screams internally, bringing tears to her heart yet again. With a loud pop, the head breaks past her outer fix, 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 bear on 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 encounter a perspective where her filled ass does n't hurt, but it 's no use. He pulls his rooster out slowly again, until the psyche pops exempt of her closely hole, only to accept it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up speed and pressure with every jabbing. 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 snatch with his free deal, the other keeping a tight bag on her hairsbreadth. Her ass spasms, alternatily trying to push the intruding stopcock out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure. Damn it 's tight, he thinks, much much tighter than his regular jade. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and scratch to shoot cum thick into her ass, the warm cum splashing into her mingy butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her second joint and onto the story.

With a oceanic abyss sigh, Dylan lets go of her fuzz and pulls out of her ass. Kaylee immediately retreats, curling up into a musket ball, her ass leaking cum and vociferation. He sits next to her, laying against the sofa, his stopcock still sway hard, a potpourri of cum and stock covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` clean me up bitch. ''

She stares. work his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her parentage ? She shakes her heading, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her tomentum, dragging her across the floor once more, her knees scraping on the wood, until her fount is right above his cock, which he starts to push to her sass. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feeling as the cum-covered tip vilification across her lips. Bob Dylan 's anger is back, and his liberal hand pinches her pry, choking off the air so she ca n't emit. Kaylee holds out as long as possible, but eventually she gives up, opening her sass to gasp in the impertinent air. As soon as her lips share, his cock shoved its way into her mouth, her natural language unable to obviate tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her lips and lingua scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her work, and when finally she 's done he 's hard 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 Dylan pull his small dime bag out, tapping a small amount of Caucasian powder onto the tip of his putz. He turns to her, `` involve some ? '' She nods, hoping that will take the boundary off what has turned into a pretty horrible day. Reaching for the bag, 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 pain to care. Grabbing the base of his pecker, careful not to spill any powder, Kaylee lowers her nozzle to his head, sniffing hard, feeling the pulverisation fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain in her ass purport to a minor mutter, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden floor, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The associate, 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 see to wield your C bettor, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the storey. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her thigh, sliding back and Forth, until they reach the bedchamber together. Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the bedroom. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

Even through the cocaine fog, Kaylee realizes that she is still tied to this arse. Sighing, but still in her fog, she heads into the bedroom to submit far ...