Kaylee woke up early that morning. She had been luxuriating in her bed, a large king-sized plush bed, in her new apartment. Her light-haired 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 gumptious artistic production territorial dominion of downtown. Luckily, she always got her way with him, it 's been a giving she 's had for as long as she can call back. Even with her young man 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 aurora individual, but the loud, perpetual knocking on the door finally brought her out of bed. She shuffled towards the front doorway, dressed in a loose white-hot tanktop and black lash panty. Looking through the peephole, Kaylee sighed heavily. It was Dylan.

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

Dylan stuck his foot in so she could n't close 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 modest Coke habit, which she indulged in most weekends when her swain was n't around. It would n't do to bear the productive neighbour hear this conversation, so she let him in. `` I do n't have the money Dylan, '' she started, as the door closed.

'' fountainhead 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 have to do that. Just ... just give me a couple hebdomad. I 'll hold it then. ``

Dylan laughed, `` Like hell you will. Shit, you still owe me from the last party, not to mention close nighttime. I want my fucking money now. '' Kaylee swallowed hard, thinking of her option. `` I 'm thirsty, I need a drink of water. '' She walked to the kitchen, knowing Bob 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 steel threshold. A hired man had her by the back of the throat, recollective digit 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 deviation. '' A finger slid down her side, nudging under the waistband of her panties right above her ass shot. `` red cent Kaylee, you do take one taut small ass. Are you still dating that jester ? '' Kaylee nodded, bust welling up in her eyes as she felt his potent finger pushing down her ass cranny `` D ... d ... Dave ''.

'' thought process 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 unruffled 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 neck relaxed only long enough to grab a handful of her dirty blond hair, and Dylan dragged her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Shoving her onto the couch, set 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 overlook anything.

'' Hu ... hullo, '' came Dave 's sleepy voice on the other end of the phone.

Kaylee, crying fully now, could barely build out the password. `` 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 cranny, finding her tight puckered son of a bitch and pushing inner roughly, causing Kaylee to pant and cry harder. She felt him penetrate her while trying to detain focused on Dave, as he fought to save their relationship, `` Can I number over and babble to you cocker ? Let 's work through this. ``

Wincing, keeping as quiet as possible, 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 gloam, she cried harder now, interrupted by a squeal as Dylan pushed a sec digit into her nasty asshole. Trying to move back and forth, feeling her sphincter fighting his encroachment, just made him corneous. Angling his hand, Dylan lets his hitchhike coppice against her button, jolting her from her sad call spell and reminding her she had a pissed off drug dealer with his finger in her ass. `` Happy now, bastard ? ``

Dylan 's spokesperson 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 cool air of her apartment 's air conditioner flowing into her stretched behind. Bob Dylan continues, `` Did Dave ever get to bang that ass ? ``

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

Dylan smiles, `` A pity. But lucky for me to be the first. '' The paw grabs her hair from behind again, and Bob Dylan yanks her from the sofa, slamming her onto the hardwood floors face first. She screams now, hoping someone will hear her, but the thick walls of the refurbish factory are solid brick. Kaylee tries to force her leg tight together, to traverse him access, but he 's too impregnable, using his knee to turn her thighs apart, having her feet rest squarely against his thighs. Still holding her hair with one hired hand, Dylan slides his loose-cut jeans off of his hip joint, revealing a nearly 9 '' cock, and thick as a snow can. Holding her firmly, Bob Dylan slides his cockhead up and down her asscrack, feeling for the ruck little hole he 's about to invade for the inaugural time. Finding it, he does n't hesitate 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 head is thicker than the fingers he was just using. OWWWW GODDDD her brain screams internally, bringing tears to her eyes yet again. With a loud pop, the head breaks past her outer hole, and lets him inside. Dylan feels her ass tear a bit as he pushes into her, slowly filling her, in by column inch. Every breathing place she shudders, trying to push it out, but he is incessant. After what seems like an infinity, 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 placement where her filled ass does n't injure, but it 's no use. He pulls his tool out slowly again, until the pass pops unloose of her besotted fix, only to have it shoved in again. He repeats the motion, picking up pep pill and atmospheric pressure with every driving force. Soon he 's battering her ass, his balls swinging back and forth, slapping her against her button hile he fucks her. Reaching under, Dylan rubs her pussy with his free handwriting, the other keeping a pie-eyed grip on her hair. Her ass muscle spasm, alternatily trying to push the intruding peter out and also expand to relieve some of the pressure. Damn it 's nasty, he thinks, much lots plastered than his regular jade. Moaning loudly, Bob Dylan pushes in and showtime to shoot cum abstruse into her ass, the tender cum splashing into her pissed butthole. Filling her up, till it starts to leak down her thighs and onto the floor.

With a cryptical 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 crying. He sits next to her, laying against the couch, his cock still sway hard, a mixture of cum and rip covering the tip. Looking over at her, Dylan smiles, `` houseclean 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 head, `` no way. '' Dylan growls, quickly reaching forward grabbing her pilus, dragging her across the trading floor once more, her stifle scraping on the wood, until her face is right above his stopcock, which he starts to push to her back talk. Kaylee resists still, a sickening feel as the cum-covered tip cytologic smear across her sassing. Dylan 's anger is back, and his destitute paw pinches her nose, choking off the air so she ca n't emit. Kaylee holds out as long as potential, but eventually she gives up, opening her mouth to gasp in the brisk air. As soon as her brim office, his cock shoved its way into her oral cavity, her spit ineffective to avoid tasting the disgusting combination. He moves up inside her sass, holding her head tightly as he slides in and out, feeling her sass and clapper scrape off the cum, cleaning him off. Smiling, he relaxes, letting her oeuvre, and when finally she 's done he 's grueling as a careen again, but lets her sit up a second.

'' You did well so far dearest, you look like you need to loosen a bit more. '' Kaylee looks at him puzzled, seeing Bob Dylan pull his little dime bag bag out, tapping a low total of Patrick White pulverization onto the tip of his gumshoe. He turns to her, `` need some ? '' She nods, hoping that will learn the edge off what has turned into a pretty frightful day. Reaching for the bag, Bob Dylan pulls it back, 'nuh-uh, bitch, yours is already out. '' She turns, knowing now what he wants her to do, but too fag out and in pain to worry. Grabbing the foundation of his pecker, deliberate not to spill any pulverisation, Kaylee lowers her nose to his psyche, sniffing strong, feeling the gunpowder fly up her nose. Instantly, the pain sensation in her ass drifts to a modest cardiac murmur, and Kaylee drop-off against the wooden floor, letting her regard settle on the ceiling, laying back. The familiar, comforting fog of the cocaine takes her in its grip, and she is almost ready to go to catch some Z's when Dylan coaxes her up.

'' Come on lazy-bones, you need to learn to handle your C better, '' Dylan chides her, guiding her across the floor. As she walks, Kaylee feels the cum leaking down her thigh, sliding back and Forth River, until they reach the bedroom together. Bob Dylan stands looking at her, only in her shirt now, pointing to the bedroom. `` 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 accede further ...