Kaylee woke up former that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a tumid king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her blonde fuzz strewn over the pillow, she thought back to how she had to beg her pappa to get this apartment for her, right wing in the new up-and-coming fine 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 remember. Even with her boyfriend Dave, new paralegal at her daddie 's law firm, Kaylee could get him to buy or do anything she desired. Kaylee was never a first light mortal, but the loud, incessant knock on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front man door, dressed in a loose T. H. White tanktop and black thong panties. Looking through the spyhole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

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

She blushed. Her dad 's allowance also permitted her to birth a mild coke habit, which she indulged in about weekends when her fellow 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 have 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 talk to your dad ? ``

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

Dylan laughed, `` Like netherworld you will. betray, you still owe me from the finis party, not to name last night. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed severe, thinking of her alternative. `` I 'm hungry, 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 chalk, she shut the fridge, and was suddenly slammed against the brushed steel door. A manus had her by the binding of the throat, long finger 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 cook a difference. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the waistband of her step-in right above her ass crack. `` Damn Kaylee, you do have one tight niggling ass. Are you still dating that fool ? '' Kaylee nodded, tears welling up in her eyes as she felt his unattackable finger pushing down her ass pass `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

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

Struggling to emit, bust flowing potent now, Kaylee eked out a quiet protestation, `` No, please do n't ... go out 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 late for that. Let 's go. '' The hand on her cervix relaxed only long enough to grab a fistful of her dirty blonde fuzz, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the animation room. Shoving her onto the couch, bent grass over, he pinned her down, keeping a hand on her hair while handing her the telephone set with the former. Dialing, Bob Dylan hit speaker so as not to miss anything.

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

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely make out the Word. `` Dave, I have been doing some mentation, and I believe we 're just in unlike 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, finding her tight puckered cocksucker and pushing in spite of appearance roughly, causing Kaylee to gasp and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to stay focused on Dave, as he fought to save their family relationship, `` Can I come over and sing to you baby ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as muted as potential, so as not to alarm him, `` No, it just was n't working. I 'm so sorry Dave. I have to go. '' And Kaylee hangs up on the one man who truly gave her what she wanted. Letting her head word fall, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a second fingerbreadth into her tight asshole. Trying to actuate back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his intrusion, just made him hornier. Angling his deal, Bob Dylan lets his pollex brush against her clitoris, jolting her from her sad crying spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug bargainer with his finger in her ass. `` well-chosen 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 fingers, Kaylee swears she can finger the cool off 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 header, `` No way. ``

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But favourable for me to be the first. '' The hand grabs her hair's-breadth from behind 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 wooden-headed walls of the freshen up mill are firm brick. Kaylee tries to pull her legs tight together, to deny him admittance, but he 's too firm, using his knees to wrench her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his second joint. Still holding her fuzz 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 little kettle of fish he 's about to invade for the first fourth dimension. Finding it, he does n't hesitate to advertise the thick mushroom-shaped cloud tip inside her.

Kaylee 's ass erupts on attack. It feels like it is being ripped in two. The head is boneheaded than the fingerbreadth he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brainiac screams internally, bringing tears to her eyes yet again. With a loudly pop, the head breaks past her outer golf hole, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, inch by in. Every hint she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. After what seems like an eternity, the 9 '' finally wedge their way into her ass, and Dylan pauses to let her adjust. She is panting heavily, wriggling to try and find a position where her take ass does n't offend, but it 's no use. He pulls his cock out slowly again, until the caput pops free of her besotted fix, only to birth it shoved in again. He repeats the move, picking up stop number and pressure with every thrust. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and forth, slapping her against her button hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Bob Dylan rubs her kitty with his free hand, the other keeping a soused grip on her hair. Her ass muscle spasm, alternatily trying to push the intruding dick out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure sensation. Damn it 's fast, he thinks, much much pie-eyed than his regular slattern. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and starts to charge cum mysterious into her ass, the warm up cum splashing into her tight butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thigh and onto the floor.

With a thick sigh, 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 putz still rock hard, a mixture of cum and blood covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` scavenge me up gripe. ''

She stares. Lick his cock ? When it is all covered in his disgusting cum, and what can only be her parentage ? She shakes her headland, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her fuzz, dragging her across the floor once more, her knee joint scraping on the wood, until her face is right hand above his cock, which he starts to push to her lip. Kaylee resists still, a sickening tactile sensation as the cum-covered tip smears across her lips. Dylan 's anger is back, and his relinquish hand pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't rest. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her oral cavity to gasp in the refreshful air. As soon as her brim part, his cock shoved its way into her mouthpiece, her knife ineffectual to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her mouth, holding her fountainhead tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her rim and spit scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her study, 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 beloved, you look like you need to unlax a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Bob Dylan tear his small dime bag bag out, tapping a small sum of money of livid powder onto the tip of his hawkshaw. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will withdraw the border off what has turned into a fairly ugly day. Reaching for the bag, Bob Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, gripe, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too tired and in pain to care. Grabbing the base of his tool, careful not to disgorge any powder, Kaylee lowers her nose to his head, sniffing hard, feeling the powder fly up her olfactory organ. Instantly, the bother in her ass drift to a minor murmur, and Kaylee slumps against the wooden level, letting her gaze settle on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting haze of the cocaine takes her in its grip, and she is almost prepare to go to slumber when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to learn to care your C better, '' Bob 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. Bob Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the sleeping accommodation. `` We 're not done cupcake. ''

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